Stolen Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (3 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed when he released her onto the bed. Where had he brought her? The whole time she was being carried she was positive she was being taken to her own demise. She still wasn’t sure. But as she looked at Jake, she had no choice but to sit there and hope she wasn’t.

“Trying to save your annoying ass. They are looking for you. And if they find me with you, I’m dead too. So now that we are both in this, can you shut the fuck up and let me figure out what to do?”

Allison looked at him and realized that for whatever reason, he’d come to his senses. He’d decided to help. But he’d told on her first. Why couldn’t men make the smart decisions from the start?

“Where are we?” The room was dark. Concrete. Dingy. There was a bed. A dresser. A toilet, and sink in the corner surrounded by cheap partitions. It wasn’t very homey.

“It was part of the underground railroad. Lots of these places around here.” He shrugged and sat on the bed.

Allison tried to think. She couldn’t go to her car. It was back at the plantation. She had her things, but they had no food. She tried not to notice the pain evident in his eyes. He had realized it was true. He had understood that they lied to him.

He had come to know that his entire life was a lie and he was hurt. Everything he’d known had just been taken from him. He was out of place and unsure. She knew that feeling. She’d been there.

She sat down beside him and put an arm around him. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out. We’re pretty damn smart between us.”

He smiled at her and she tried to ignore the feelings stirring inside her.

***

He didn’t need this now. The electricity that sparked when her arm touched him. The way he wanted to forget all this and just kiss her again. He had to think. He couldn’t go to his bike. He had his phone and no one to call. They were stuck. At least for the minute. In a dark bunker that was meant to hide slaves freeing their captors. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

“Would your client help us?” He looked at her and saw the worry on her face. He wanted to make it better. To see her smile. He bet she looked nice when she smiled. He’d never seen it.

“Sure. If we could reach him.” She sighed and looked down.

“Why can’t we?”

“It doesn’t work that way. I don’t have a number to call and say, ‘Hey, I did what you asked and I have more information than you imagined. Wanna come free us from the underground tunnels?’ We meet. At specific times and places.”

“When are you supposed to meet?”

“Tomorrow. Noon. Park on the edge of town.” That sounded like a long time to sit here in the dark to him. But what choice did they have? Leaving was dangerous.

“Then we wait.” She nodded and they both sat, staring at the floor and hoping they made it through the night.

***

Allison didn’t mean to. He looked sad. Hurt. Scared. She wanted to comfort him. Why, she didn’t know. It wasn’t like her to feel anything. For anyone. But he sat there and she felt bad. So she put her arm around him again and pulled him towards her. It was supposed to be a friendly gesture. Saying it’s okay, I’m here. That was all.

But when he turned his head and pressed his lips to hers, the friendliness of the gesture disappeared. There was an urgency. An eagerness in his kiss. A need that she hadn’t felt back at her room. She felt it. As his teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. As his tongue brushed her mouth. As her lips parted and their tongues found each other. She could feel his need.

***

Where had that come from? She’d just offered some comfort. But suddenly it wasn’t enough. When he’d bit her lip, the way she had earlier, it had been the most sensual feeling he’d ever felt.

He couldn’t hold himself back. He kissed her with a passion he’d never known. A deep urge that wasn’t going away. And she reciprocated. She turned to him. Inviting him closer. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him closer to her. She wanted him.

Tonight, she was going to get what they both wanted.

CHAPTER SIX

Allison moaned as Jake moved his lips down her neck and across her shoulders. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched her like this.

Jake couldn’t remember the last time a woman had felt so good in his arms. Her hands were clasped behind his head as he moved his lips down her body.

She arched her back up in the hopes he would continue to explore.

The sticky wetness on her thighs reminded her of the desire she felt for this man in this moment. She ran her fingers through his hair and whimpered when his lips came close to their destination.

Jake had pulled her shirt off a few minutes into the kiss and she’d followed suit by tossing his across the room. Her nipples were stiff and waiting and she kept lifting her back up towards him, guiding his lips.

He wasn’t going to refuse an offer like that, so he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lowered his mouth to the hardened peak.

“Oh, god,” she cried out as his teeth tugged at her nipple. They’d always been sensitive, but men weren’t usually good at handling that.

Jake was perfect. He tugged just a bit, licking and sucking each nipple gently. The waves of longing flooded through her and the more he devoured, the more she wanted him.

She had nearly come off the bed when he’d taken that nipple in his mouth. He knew how to handle his women, but this one he wanted to be different. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and used his hand to tease the one he was leaving behind.

Twisting on one with his fingers and tugging at the other with his teeth, he grinned as she squirmed beneath him, screaming out for more. Good thing they were underground. They’d be caught for sure.

Her nails scratched his shoulder blades as she dug into them and pulled him closer. This man was doing things to her body she’d only seen in the movies. She wanted more. Needed more. Her hands moved to his pants and she frantically tried to undo them and slide them off of him.

“Patience.” He smiled at her and ran his tongue along her nipple. “We have nothing but time.”

The words made her groan. She had no patience. She needed it now.

Jake was surprised when he felt her hands push against him. Shove him off of her. What had happened? She was just writhing and moaning underneath him and now she was climbing out from under him.

He wasn’t one for forcing a lady, but holy hell she was pushing the limits.

He wasn’t prepared for her strength. Most men weren’t. Hell, she didn’t get by in this line of work without being able to fend for herself. Still, the look on his face when she pushed him onto his back made her smile. If he wasn’t willing to give, she’d just take. Story of her life.

He didn’t know what to say as he lied on his back. As her hands unbuttoned his pants. As she slid them down and off of him. As she did the same with his boxers. As she slithered up between his legs, running her fingertips along his thighs. As she wrapped a hand around the shaft of his cock. As her lips went down and she took it into her mouth.

“Holy fuck!” It was his turn to groan, and she liked it.

Power suited her. Knowing that what she was doing with her tongue and lips brought out that reaction turned her on. The ache between her legs grew. But she had to make sure he was ready to give. And that she did.

It was the most erotic experience he’d ever had with a woman. Having her take him like that. It was amazing. He wanted to grab her and throw her onto the bed and fuck her. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop what she was doing, because it would stop what he was feeling.

“God help me,” he called out, and she knew he was ready.

Allison stood and slipped off her jeans. She wasn’t wearing panties. A fact that wasn’t lost on Jake. Something she’d never explain to him. He was still lying there. As if he was unsure of what to do. That was okay, she’d handle this one.

When he watched her undress he lost all concentration. He was going to take her. But he couldn’t. He was too busy watching the denim slide off of her hips. Sexy hips. No panties. He was sure there was a reason. A bad one. It turned him on. Almost as much as it did when she climbed up on the bed and straddled him with her legs.

“I get what I want, Jake Brighton,” Allison said with a grin at the naked man underneath her. “I don’t wait for it.” She leaned over and ran her tongue along his chest, nipples and abs. “I take it.” She used her teeth to tug just a little at his nipples, one at a time.

“Fuck!” he cried when her teeth pulled at them.

How could she be so fucking sexy? The way she talked. The way she moved. The things her hands and mouth were doing to his body. Let alone the fact she was straddling his hips and he could feel her. The wetness. Rubbing against his cock. Showing him how much she wanted him.

“What I want right now—” she tugged at his nipples again and watched him wiggle the way he’d watched her doing earlier, “—is you inside me.” With that, Allison lowered her hips until she felt him sliding inside her and she moaned as he did.

The moan was all it took. He sat up, her on his lap, took her nipples in his teeth and pulled. Her hips rocked as she rode him and when he pulled on the pink buds she threw her head back and moaned again.

“God!” she cried out.

Jake grabbed her hips with his hands and began to lift her up and down, harder each time, as he thrust in and out of her. His mouth continued to suck and tease her nipples. Her fingers found his back and he could feel her nails dig in once more. He’d have marks later, but he didn’t care.

As Jake pulled her onto him, Allison rotated her hips. Each time he’d groan and she’d cry out. And what he was doing with her nipples wasn’t fair play. It made her ache. It made her need that orgasm more.

“Baby, don’t stop!” she cried out, and surprised even herself. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

He didn’t think he was going to last much longer. It’d been a long time. And this woman was driving him wild. The look on her face. The way she moved. The sounds she made. The little whimpers. He slipped a hand in between them and found it. Hard. Throbbing. Waiting for him.

“Oh,
please
.” Allison wasn’t one to beg, but she was begging.

His fingers were so close. She knew it wouldn’t take much. As she felt the gentle flick of his thumb her body went crazy.

“Please.
Please
,” She begged.

He’d never pictured her begging. It was intoxicating. He teased her. Not because he wanted to tease her. Because he liked hearing her beg him. He’d brush his finger along her clit and she’d beg. This went on for a while.

“If you don’t do it, I will!” she screamed when she couldn’t take anymore. She meant it.

He smiled and slipped his fingers to her clit. Rubbing gently around it and flicking across it he watched her writhe and move like never before. He could feel his own release building. His shaft was swelling inside her.

God, he was about to explode. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her own hand slipped down between her legs. He pulled his back as she took over. He watched her. Like he was taking notes. And he throbbed inside of her.

Within a few moments she brought her body the release it needed. The orgasm waved through her entire body. Just as it peaked, she felt him. Releasing it all. Shuddering underneath her as his body let go.

He pulled her off of him, curled up behind her with his arms around her and they fell asleep. Naked and completely exhausted, they rested for the night in each other’s arms.