Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) (9 page)

“Did you dream about me last night?” he asked.

Looking up between his throbs, she basked in the light of his eyes and licked her lips. “I did,” she murmured. “What about you?”

Pulling her closer, his hand settled at the small of her back, and he pushed his palm into her heated flesh.

“No,” he said.

Lauren’s head hung in the wake of an anguished moan, and she dared to touch his face. “Don’t’ lie–”

“I’m not,” he said as he took hold of her wrist. Lauren vacillated between fury and falling as he pressed his lips to her eyes and moaned into her face. “I want the real thing,” he said. 

Drew had said that she could have her adventure and just see what happened. Neither one of them had counted on the cock that belonging to Blake Bell, and Lauren forgot every old dream and slipped closer to the man at her side and dared to kiss his taut pecs.

“Maybe…maybe I do, too,” Lauren whispered.

Blake curled her closer, and his lips brushed against hers. He flashed a small smile, and Blake fell into her mouth. His kiss was hot; his cock continued throb, and as she peeled her face from his, Blake still honed in on her eyes. “So we’re in agreement?”

Taking hold of the question in his voice, Lauren gave Blake a slight nod.

“There she is,” he said.

Flipping her to her belly, she pushed her nails into the pillows again. Blake’s cock pushed around and inside her walls, but Lauren wanted to look at him, and she shifted to her back and grabbed his face.

“Here I am,” Lauren said. “And I did–” Her voice fell away as he grinded into her hips. His cock expanded inside her, and as she strained forward to take more of him in, Lauren touched his face and lowered her lids. “How could I not dream about you?”

In the face of her peace offering, Blake kept throbbing, but he fell to her face and kissed her cheeks. “Glad to hear that,” he said. “Let’s make it in reality.”

Blake held her arms down, and his cock swirled in and around her cunt. Arching her hips, Lauren took his ass in her hands, and she pushed him closer with a sharp sigh. “That’s good,” she said. Twisting his head from side to, Lauren tensed in the space of his gaze.

“But not the whole dream,” he challenged.

“I…I don’t know what–?”

“Yes you do,” he said.

Curving his kiss to her breasts, Blake nipped her flesh. Between bites, the feel of which set her teeth on edge, Lauren slipped into a series of exhilarated moans as the sensation of his bite was suddenly replaced by the feel of his tongue bathing her nipples, and as she sighed, Blake brought his hand to the back of her head and made her look at him again. “You need this,” he said. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

Before Lauren could speak, Blake slithered down her body, and his sudden kiss claimed her pussy. She moaned as his tongue pressed against her clit, and Lauren spread her legs as his tongue darted in and out of her walls.

“Here,” Blake said.

One hand stayed on her back while the other tweaked her cunt and dragged her deeper into his lips. His mouth consumed her pussy, and Lauren dared to push her nails into his back as she forgot her need to get away. In this moment, she needed nothing but him.

“Do me,” Lauren moaned. “I want this. I… I need…”

“I know.”

Blake kissed her again, and she clamped down on his cock as he focused on her eyes.

“You need this.”

Blake started to thrust, and Lauren’s head fell to his shoulder. She could live on this feeling for the rest of her life. This was what she had dreamed of. But forever? She wasn’t–

“I… I need to hold you,” she whimpered.

Blake stilled inside her, and he touched her face as he looked into her eyes. “No you don’t,” Blake said “You need this.”

He lifted her body from the bed and pressed her into the door. As soon as the scratchy surface hit her back, Lauren sighed silently as he stayed inside her, and as she reveled around the length of his cock, Lauren sighed into his shoulders,

“Am I right?” Blake said. “Don’t you want it?”

“I… yes…” She sighed at the feel of his stream saturating her cunt, and she brought her arm around his back and dragged him closer. “I want it,” she whispered. “I… I want you.”

Blake finished inside her with a quick push and stayed against the wall as he stroked her thighs. Falling to his knees, he cradled her thighs in her hands and gazed up into her face. “And I want you,” he said. “You can’t leave me now. I just found you.”

Sharing his feeling, Lauren stroked his face when Blake surprised her by standing to attention and hoisting her into his arms.

“Forget the past,” he said. “This is the present. This is now.” Lauren didn’t speak as he laid her out on the bed. He kissed her hair and suddenly stopped, making no other more but to bring her into his arms. “Don’t think about why you’re here,” he said. “Just know that you are.”

Sinking into his arms, Lauren still saw her parents and Drew fretting over her fate. She hated the thought of hurting them, of hurting anyone. But then Blake pulled her closer, and as she settled into his chest, Lauren remembered that she had wanted her own adventure. “Blake?” she whispered.

His gaze hit her eyes, and she stroked his chin with a smile.

“I won’t... I don’t think I can run away,” she said.

A light filled Blake’s eyes, and he lifted her into his embrace as his fingers dotted the space about her eyes. “Better,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go.” Blake kissed her hard, and his arm swirled around her back as their mouths parted. As their eyes locked, Blake stroked her cheek with a sigh. “So glad I found you.” he said.

There was a whole world in her wake, and Lauren hated the thought of her mother’s tears. But Quinn had told her to see what else was out there. And maybe one day she would come back. A part of her wanted that. But in this moment… “Me, too.”

“There it is,” Blake said.

He kissed the top of her head before pushing away from the bed. She knew little more than his name, but no other man, Drew included, had ever made her feel like this, and he would stay to see what happened next.

“I fucked up your breakfast,” Blake said as he tried to clean the spill from the floor.

“And I’m suddenly really hungry, too,” she said.

“Are you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Lauren said. “What are you going to do about it?”

Blake pulled up his pants and started for the door, and he nearly called out Callie’s name when she pushed off the bed and clamped her hand around his mouth.

“Don’t bother her,” Lauren purred. “Just come back to the bed.”

Pulling his pants away, Lauren sighed as his cock filled her again, and she couldn’t help but smile at the first pulse.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Grace?”

Blake was still sleeping when Lauren slipped from his side and stepped into the night. She was not thinking of running; she knew she’d never get very far. Maybe she didn’t want to. Her heart splintered some at the thought of her frantic mother, and she still believed that one day she would see her again. Maybe her father would even be happy to see her. And Drew…?

Her mind was more confused on that front. She still loved him, in her own way. But Blake was doing things to her, making her feel things that she had only ever dreamt of, and she didn’t know if she could ever go back to his controlled notions of how they should lay in bed…

“Grace.”

The girl was sitting in a lawn chair, staring into the clouds. They had only spoken once since the night of their capture, just long enough to exchange names and for Lauren to believe that she was truly okay. Paul took her by the arm soon after and led her away. It seemed like both Night Riders were taking steps to keep their purchases close to the vest, but as Blake and Paul slept, they finally had a moment alone.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Grace asked.

“No.”

“That’s weird,” Grace said.

“Weird?” Lauren asked.

Grace’s lips curled into a sly smile, and she gave her a quick wink.

“I can hear how he’s been making you scream.”

Lauren felt her cheeks grow crimson in the full moonlight, and she bowed her head. “And here I thought I was being so subtle,” Lauren said. Studying Grace’s face carefully, Lauren saw no trace of the terrified girl from the night of the auction. She seemed calm, almost at peace with this hand that they had both been dealt, and she lowered her voice to a soft whisper. “What…what is he doing to you?” Lauren asked.

“Paul?” A dreamy look crossed her face, and even as Lauren searched her memory for the sound of Grace’s scream apart from the auction block, she was coming up blank, and she waited with baited breath for the answer. “He’s… he’s been sweet,” she started. “Ever since he rescued me from… from that other one.”

Lauren shared her fear at the memory of Eric, and she knew that despite the insanity of the situation, they were both better off away from that madman.

“Just sweet?” Lauren asked.

“No,” Grace continued, and Lauren shifted closer to her, eager to absorb the rest of the story.

“I mean…I mean he knew I was real scared. But he told that he would keep me safe. Nice change of pace.”

“From the auction you mean?”

“From life, Lauren,” Grace said.

Stretching to her feet, her pale pink robe spilling at her bare feet, she stepped across the sparkling grains of sand and held herself close.

“You got a boyfriend?” she asked. “In your other life?”

“Kind of a fiancé,” Lauren said.

“And were you running away from him, too?”

“I… it’s complicated,” I just needed some time to… you know. To clear my head.”

“Well be thankful he gave you that option.”

Curling her head over her shoulder, Grace peered into Lauren’s eyes for a split second before lowering her head. “Mine liked to pass me around to his friends,” she said. “Spread and serve whenever they wanted it. And they wanted it a lot.”

“You…you mean you were raped?” Lauren asked as she shuddered.

“Lots of times,” Grace confessed. “And then he found out that he could get a lot more out of me if he put me up for sale. That’s how I ended up at the auction.”

Moving to her feet, Lauren lightly touched her arm and lifted Grace’s face to hers. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

“I was so scared,” she said as tears started to stream down her porcelain cheeks. “I mean… at least with Andy I knew what I was getting. Day in and day out. But that night… and when that creep… when he bought me… when he put his hands on me.”

Her body was wracked with sobs, and Lauren instinctively took her into her arms. Holding her close, she ran her fingers through her hair as she whispered into her ear. “It’s okay,” Lauren assured her.

Grace sobbed her to shoulder before a good while, and Lauren caressed her heaving back. When the girl’s tears were spent, Grace lifted her moist face with a small smile. “Yeah,” she agreed. “It is now.” They sat together again, and Grace kept her hands in Lauren’s “Paul’s different,” she said. “I mean… I mean sure. He touches me. He kisses me. But mostly he’s just been real sweet. I… I know it’s crazy, but I think it’s kind of like lucky that I’m here.”

Compared to what she had endured and what Eric most definitely would have done to her, absolutely. No question about it. But that was Grace’s lot. Drew never forced Lauren to degrade herself in that way, and while Grace could slip into this scene with ease of Callie and thank her lucky stars that she had landed a sweet silver fox, could Lauren really stay here and pretend that things had been so bad back at home? Great sex aside, she and Blake could never have more than that, and her mind started to race with how she would make her escape. It would have to wait until morning. When she had some chance of seeing her way back to the real world. Maybe she could boost one of their bikes. She’d never ridden, but how hard could it be? Her mind settled on the plan when a massive roar hit the air and a series of bright headlines appeared just beyond the horizon.

“What’s that?” Grace asked, sounding as terrified as she had looked on the night of the auction.

“I don’t…I don’t…”

Their shared question was met by two Harleys and a series of screams that pierced the night hair. With Grace’s hand still in her, Lauren started to pull the girl away from the bright lights and she shielded her face with her hands as the bikes came to a stop and an unwelcome voice drifted into her ears.

“That’s them!” he said.

Raising her head, Lauren saw Eric Shaller’s wicked smiled creeping through his rotting teeth, and she pushed Grace behind her as she glared into his cold eyes.

“What do you want?” Lauren demanded.

“What do you think?” he challenged. “You two little cunts.”