Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) (8 page)

Lauren could do little more than nod, and he did not demand the words. Good thing; she lacked the strength to push them out. Blake turned her face to his, and Lauren blinked as she strained to focus on his face

“How… how did you know?” she finally managed.

“Know what?” he asked.

“That… that this was just what I needed?”

He sighed heavily and pressed one finger to her mouth. Lauren was too weak to suckle his skin, but Blake parted her lips and granted her the taste of his flesh. “Saw it in your eyes,” he said. “No other way I would have laid out that much cash for you.”

Those words alone should have been the shot of adrenaline to bring her to her feet and start her running. But she was weary from the events of this strange day, and his embrace was strong and sure.

“Happy with the purchase?” she murmured.

“Absolutely,” Blake said.

Curling closer to her, he grabbed her face and peered into her eyes. “And there’s no way that I’m ever letting you go.”

CHAPTER TEN

“Rise and shine, newbie.”

Lauren blinked at the sight of sunlight peering through the windows. Her body still buzzed at the feel of Blake’s conquest of her cunt. Touching the empty side of the bed, she wondered where he had gone, and…

“Oh shit!”

Sitting up fast, Lauren covered her body with the blanket, her eyes whipping wildly in every direction. Despite the pleasure that still coated her pussy, the reality of the situation slammed back into her with horrific force. Captured. Kidnapped. Sold.

Fucked ten ways to Sunday.

It was beyond incredible, but in the light of day, she had to try to get her bearings and get away…

“You’re Lauren, right?”

Brushing her hair from her eyes, Lauren saw a plump redhead with a bright smile moving towards the bed. She carried a tray of toast and eggs in her hands, and as she settled by her side, the woman touched her face with a gentle hand. “Don’t be freaked,” she said. “Blake filled me in.”

Looking to the abandoned side of the bed again, Lauren lowered her head and spoke softly. “Where is he?” she asked.

“Club business” the woman said in a matter of fact tone. “The boys do what they gotta do.”

Finding her wide blue eyes, Lauren was stunned by the brightness of the smile stretching across her face. “Are you… do you belong to one of them?” Lauren asked.

“I’m… I was Joe’s girl,” she said.

“Joe?”

“Paul’s little brother,” she said. “You met Paul, right?”

Lauren remembered the silver-haired man taking pity of the quivering, gagged girl, and… “Grace!” Lauren cried out. “Is–”

“Oh the other new one?” the woman asked. “Teeny tiny thing?”

No way that that girl could have endured a night like hers, and Lauren gripped the stranger’s arm hard. “Where is–?”

“Relax, honey,” she said. “Paul’s a pussycat. She’s already had her breakfast, and she is no worse for the wear.”

Not sure if she should believe her, Lauren pushed aside the idea of Grace’s body ravaged and broken, and she sighed before she spoke. “Because we’re all so safe here,” she challenged. “Were you on an auction block, too? Were you–?”

Lauren was stunned into silence when the redhead laughed loudly and patted her arm. “You take me back,” she said. “Yeah. I was on the circuit. Demon Dogs were the worst.”

“Demon Dogs?” Lauren asked.

A cloud passed over her eyes, and the woman appeared lost in an awful memory. “Kept me tied up,” she started. “Got their rocks off by cutting into their girls’ skin with razors. Kind of makes you wish for a tap and just be done with it.”

Lauren shuddered in the wake of her words, and she was quietly grateful that some chance of fate had brought her into Blake’s brand of captivity. “But… but now you’re here?” Lauren asked.

“Yep,” she said. “Going on three years. One without Joe. Paul says hands off. He loved his brother, honey.”

Again her mind turned to Grace. “So Grace is… she’s really okay?”

“Trust, sweetheart. Thank whatever God there is that Eric didn’t get his hands on her.”

Picking up a slim piece of toast, Lauren nibbled slowly. The sustenance warmed her stomach and cleared her head, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she peered into the woman’s eyes again. “What’s your name?”

“Callie,” she said. “And you’re safe. And to see Blake this morning, I bet you’re feeling pretty satisfied to boot.”

No way she could deny that with a straight face, and Lauren picked at the eggs on the tray. Scrambled. Her mother’s specialty. Maybe it was too soon for her to be worried just yet, but if she was stuck here for three years or even three weeks… “How do I get away?” she said carefully.

Callie cocked her head to the side and slowly shook her head. “You don’t, sweetie,” Callie said. “But Blake’ll keep you safe. And…every other kind of happy, no?”

Hidden under the sheets, her cunt blazed at the memory of him. It was a warm sensation that she wanted to indulge again. But three years? Longer? Lauren had a life. She had parents and a kind of fiancé that she promised to get back to. “I…I need to…”

“What do you need?”

Lauren dropped her toast as Blake entered the room. His hair slicked back his, his eyes blazing, he sauntered towards the bed.

“I know when I’m not wanted,” Callie said.

Abandoning the tray, Callie patted her cheek, and as she moved past Blake, Callie narrowed her eyes. “Try to put her mind at ease,” Callie said. “She’s still a little jumpy.”

“Don’t I know it,” Blake said.

Callie disappeared, and Blake assumed the place at Lauren’s side. “Hey there,” he said.

“Hey,” she said as she shredded the toast between her fingers.

“You okay?” he asked.

When he touched her hand, Lauren was brought back to the memory of their strange night. In some ways, in many ways, it had brought her her heart’s desire, and as Lauren’s eyes glanced down at the space between his taut thighs, she couldn’t help but want him again. But… “She… she said she’s been here for three years,” Lauren said.

“Sounds about right,” Blake said. “Hold up.” Pushing her hair from her face, Blake stared at her hard with a soft nod. “I like your eyes,” he said. “How about you keep them where I can see them?”

Just the feel of his hand on her cheek nearly enticed her to toss the tray aside and mount him again, captive or not, but as his fingers winded around his, Lauren lifted her face to his and spoke slowly. “I… I can’t stay here that long,” she said. “I– ”

“Why not?” he challenged. “And don’t even try to tell me that you didn’t love it.”

There was no way that she could spin that lie convincingly. “I did,” she said. “But this is not where I’m supposed to be.”

“And where are you supposed to be, Lauren?”

“I… I…”

If she told him the truth, if he knew what Drew might be and what her father always was, it would do nothing to aid her cause. And did she really want to go back to that? “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I just can’t think– ”

“Don’t think, Lauren,” Blake said. “Just come here.”

Now he sent the tray crashing to the ground, and he pulled the sheets from her bare body. Lauren made no move to hide her flesh from his eyes, and she bit down on her lip as he stripped quickly and settled at her side.

“Feel me,” he said. “Right here.” Taking her hand in his, Blake brought her fingers around her cock, and she couldn’t help but smile at the feel of his hardness brushing against her palm. “Try to tell me that you don’t want this?” he asked.

“I… oh Christ…” Leaning into him, Lauren studied the line of his mouth. She still had to get away from this at the first chance. But what was one more time…? “Put it in me,” she whispered. “Please.”

Blake shifted away from her, and Lauren’s eyes watered at the sight of his rippling muscles covered in ink and scars. Grazing her fingers along the lines of his arms, she lowered her head to his chest and listened to the beating of his heart. “I do want this,” she said. “But… but this has to be the last– ”

Blake seized her in his arms, and Lauren gasped when his panting breath trailed down her neck, she fell silent and could do nothing but look into his eyes. “Last my ass,” he said. “I own you now. And you– ”

“No!”

Forming a small fist, Lauren crushed a swift blow into his arms, and she scrambled away from the bed. She had no clothes; not even the whore’s costume to give her something in the way of cover. But still she reached for the door, and the knob was nearly in her hand when Blake’s body enveloped her, and he wrestled her into the wall. “You’re mine!” Blake said. “I won’t have you–”

“I am not supposed to be here!” Lauren cried. “I– ”

He silenced her with a hot kiss, and in the first instant, her body flailed around his tight embrace. As she struggled, she feared that there was no chance of breaking free, and Lauren stilled as he pulled at her hair and stared into her eyes.

“Supposed to?” he challenged. “That’s gone. You belong to me, and–”

“Get the fuck off of me!”

Her foot crashed into his shin, and when he doubled over, Lauren moved to the door again. But Blake moved fast and pulled her back into the depth of the room.

“I don’t want–”

“And I don’t believe you, Lauren.”

Pushing her back to the bed, Blake pressed her into the rumpled sheets, and he kicked her legs apart. Absorbing the pain shooting towards her thighs, Lauren’s cunt quivered at the prospect of his cock.

“I see you,” he said. “I feel you.”

“Not again,” she said. “I have to–”

“You have to keep quiet.”

Lauren was ready to spit in his face when his cock plunged into her pussy. At the first thrust, Lauren screamed her frustrated lust into the air. “Blake… don’t…”

No part of him, save for his cock, heard her voice, and Lauren’s body beat her mind. Her flesh encased his piece, and as he settled inside her, Blake grabbed her hair, and his lips curled into a sultry smirk. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You want this.”

Lauren tried to protest, but Blake crushed his lips to hers. She tried to push him off, but when his hips spread wider and his tongue curled around hers, she wordlessly whined. She needed to get away. She had a life that wasn’t this. And…

“Hold on, baby.”

Blake moved inside her, and his cock swirled against, inside her pussy. Pushing deeper, somehow deeper than the previous night, Lauren groaned in anticipation.

And then he suddenly flipped the script. “I told you…”

Abandoning her body, he pulled out and stared down at her quivering form. The loss of his cock brought tears to her eyes, and she tried to bring him back to the bed when Blake shifted further away and shook his head.

“You want me to let you go like this?” he asked. “No. You so want more.”

She shouldn’t. But she did. The lure of his lips, his cock, was everything that she had always wanted, and Lauren stretched forward and enfolded her in his arms.

“I do,” she murmured into his neck. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Wrong? Lauren…” Pressing his fingers under her chin, Blake forced her gaze to his, and she caught the faint glimpse of a smile. “How can this be wrong?” he asked. “Stop thinking so much.”

It was a kind of an insult, and Lauren was ready to lay into him, and when his fingers surrounded her neck, she expected him to press down until she had no hope of breath.

“Lauren…” Blake surprised her with a series of soft caresses, and as their eyes met again, Lauren grew still in his arms. “You just don’t get it,” he said. “There’s no going back. And if I say the word, Eric’s back or you find yourself shipped out to the Demon Dogs.”

Lauren started to cry at the thought of her body slashed to bloody ribbons, but then she reclaimed her breath and held her head high. “Would you really do that?” she asked. “Like sell me for a song?”

Blake’s jaw went tight, and his hand moved down her back, his fingers settling about the crack of her ass, and they moaned together as he pulled her closer. “Won’t give you up without a fight,” he said. “And I don’t think you’ll just take off without another shot.”

His legs melted around her limbs, and she felt his cock entering her pussy. Lauren threw her head back at the instant of penetration, and she forgot all the reasons why she needed to get back home as her fingers surrounded his muscles. Hardness in her hands, greater strength pushing into her pussy, Lauren’s body buckled in his embrace, and she hung her head as he started to pulse.