The Beast (The Bad Boys Series) (2 page)

Crawling back toward him, his body responded immediately, his manhood hardening as I inched closer. I let my hair glide over his skin as I climbed on top of him.

There was no headboard on this motel room bed, and I evaluated my options as I picked up the belt again. A lamp on either side of the bed, secured to the wall by a thin rod might work. He could easily rip it out with force, but
I’d have the advantage for a short while.

I wrapped his wrists with the leather belt and lifted his arms, tying him to the lamp.
His mouth reaching for my breasts as I leaned over him, his rough tongue lapping at my nipples and sucking them hard.

“Can you get away?” I asked.

He tugged the restraints but it held fast. I smiled and kissed his lips again. His mouth parted, his tongue darting out to taste me. He was a good kisser and I lingered on top of him, pressing my body against his, savoring the way my thighs were responding with a throbbing neediness.

I could have left now, but my desires had other ideas.

I reached behind me, feeling his hard cock between my fingers, letting the velvety head rub against my palm. He moaned into my mouth as I moved my hand up and down the length of him. He was smooth and stiff, his flesh warm and inviting.

Pulling my mouth away from his, I ran my tongue over my lips. “Want me to taste it?” I gave his cock a small squeeze.

He rolled his eyes back in his head and he groaned his answer. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

I
swiveled until I was facing it, still on top of him. I bent lower and inched back so my naked sex was teasingly close to his mouth. “Quid pro quo, lover,” I said, as I lowered my lips over the head of his stiff flesh.

His tongue lapped at me as I moved my mouth up and down his length. The salty sweetness of him was intoxicating and I sucked hard. I used my hand to hold him still as I worked him over, pausing only to run my tongue around the length or tease the top.

Part of me wished he wasn’t tied so he could grab my ass and pull my hips closer to his mouth, drinking in more of me. Instead, I pushed back until his tongue had easy reach of my clit, flicking and sucking it. He rolled it around expertly, and I nearly lost focus of my plan and let him go free. The idea of his cock or finger exploring my depths was making me not think straight.

I concentrated on what I was doing instead, how he filled my mouth, small thrusts upward as he strained to increase the friction against my lips.

“Oh god,” I cried out as his tongue plunged into me. I wanted him.

I pulled away and opened the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom. I
hadn’t planned on doing this again, but the way he was making me feel, I had no control. I tore open the packet and rolled the condom down onto his cock. My hand cupped his balls and when he was sheathed, I turned to him again, watching him as I lowered my throbbing body down onto his stiff hardness.

I closed my eyes as I began to ride him, up and down. I gripped my breasts, squeezing my nipples as I raised and lowered myself. I heard him mumble, “Shit, you’re hot.” He
wasn’t so bad himself. Pity I’d be gone soon. But not until I’d come first. Not until then.

As my tender flesh began to throb with need, I moved faster. I lowered my hand and used my fingers to rub my clit gently and lovingly. Opening my eyes I looked at him, his face lost in the moment, his eyes glazed as I sank onto him,
again and again.

I was about to come. It bubbled up, getting closer and closer, so I rocked harder. I groaned as it approached and then cried out as it took me over, my body trembling as my sex pulsed around his shaft. “Oh, yes, god, yes.
Mmmmmm.” I fell forward as he, too, grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck me.”

I lay on him breathlessly. “I thought I just did.” I smiled and placed a kiss on his sweet lips as I got up. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Hurry.
Hurry so I can dive my tongue into your hot pussy again. You tasted so good.”

I whimpered and touched his cheek. Damn he was fine.

Flicking the bathroom lights on, I checked myself in the mirror and I cleaned myself up as quickly as I could. My cheeks were still flushed, but I looked okay. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and returned to the room.

Without looking back at him, I quickly dressed, pulling on my jeans, bra, t-shirt and boots.

“Hey, are you going to untie me?” he asked.

“Not yet.” I bent down and picked up my bag and the motorcycle keys.

“Shit. What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’ll leave it somewhere you can find it. I promise.”

“Wait. Fuck. Fuck you.”

I walked over to the table and grabbed his leather jacket. “Can I borrow this? It’s cold outside and I’ll freeze if I ride the bike without it.”

“No. No you fucking can’t.”

I slipped it over my shoulders. “A bit big, but it’ll do.”

“You bitch.”

“You were fun. More fun than
I’ve had in a long while.” I blew him a kiss as I walked to the door and opened it. I heard him pull at the lamp on the wall, trying to get himself free as I walked quickly to his bike.

Slinging my backpack over my
shoulder I turned the ignition. The vibrations purred under me as the bike came to life. Without looking back, I turned around and sped out of the motel parking lot and onto the main road.

The centre of the town
was three blocks from the motel and I reached the main street with its single row of shops, in less than ten minutes. I scanned up and down the street for a familiar blue mailbox and saw one not far from me. I rode over to it and parked the bike, kicking the stand so it would remain upright.

Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out the roll of cash and one of the pre-stamped envelopes I kept
inside. I’d already written the address and recipient before I’d even started tonight’s pick up. I always did. It was addressed to Owen Lockhart, sent by mail in case I couldn’t get home before the cash did. Sometimes the getaway wasn’t always as smooth as I hoped. I straightened the money carefully, took two notes for myself in case I needed extra cash, stuffed them in my back pocket and put the rest in the envelope.

After it was sealed shut, I placed it through the
mailbox slot, listening for the thud as it dropped inside. It fell silently which meant the box hadn’t been emptied yet. That was good. I hadn’t missed the night’s collection and Owen might get it as soon as tomorrow.

I looked up and down the street, wondering if I should leave the bike here or ride further on. The town was dark and empty now, save for a few street lamps here and there. Life
wouldn’t appear until the morning light and that was still a few hours away.

Colt was
hopefully still tied up at the motel. Perhaps he’d freed himself by now, perhaps not. I decided to check his location and opened the tracker app.

“
Damn it.”

He was more resourceful than I gave him credit
for; he was already free and headed this way, and fast. That meant he’d procured wheels, a car or another bike, and was about to find me if I didn’t haul ass immediately.

I jumped on the bike and cranked the engine on with a twist. The engine roared, the powerful vibrations matching my now beating pulse. I took off at speed and turned up the road heading out of town.

He wouldn’t stop chasing me while I was on his bike. I’d need to dump it. Once I was well out of town, I took a corner road and screeched the brakes bringing the machine to a sliding stop. Dust flew everywhere. I jumped off, leaving the keys in the ignition, not caring that the engine was still on. I let the bike fall as I ran for cover.

Dark tall trees lined both sides of the road and I darted into the darkness on the closest side, ducking under branches and jumping over debris until I was in far enough to be hidden but still able to watch him approach. I saw more than one set of headlights nearing. Colt
wasn’t alone.
Crap
. Maybe they’d take the bike and not pursue me further. Maybe.

I backed against a tree to catch my breath and waited to see what the approaching group would do. I should have
known better than to take the full three thousand, but I needed the money more than they did. Four motorcycles pulled up where Colt’s bike sat in the dirt. He lifted the bike and turned off the engine, looking around in all directions to try to determine where I’d gone.

Five men.
Even I couldn’t talk my way out of that situation if they found me. I quietly backed further into the trees and when I was sure I wouldn’t be heard, turned and ran further into the depths.

I’d
been travelling for at least twenty minutes before I stopped and sat down near a tree. I was tired, not only from running, but also because I hadn’t had any sleep. If I could find a hidden alcove or large hollow tree I could catch some zzz’s before I continued my escape. I flicked on my phone hoping that Colt and his gang would have left the pursuit by now. They hadn’t. They were probing the area, still looking for me.

They’d
give up eventually when they realized the chase was futile. Most men gave up after a few hours. By the fact they were still here, I figured I’d get a day before they called off the search. They’d be cursing my name for ages. I could just imagine the crude things they were saying about me now, but I didn’t care, I didn’t do this to make friends and I sure as heck wouldn’t be hunting in this town again. That was the rule. Never the same town.

I scanned the area wondering where the best place to hole up and hide would be.
I’d only walked a few more steps when I saw the cleared area. In the middle of the area was a wooden house.

It was unusual that a house should be here in the middle of such a thick canopy of trees that spanned at least a mile in all directions.
No roads leading to it, no way of anyone finding it. Unless they stumbled across it when hiding from a biker gang, like I was. I stayed under cover of the trees while I walked the perimeter, searching for signs of life.

Built from tree logs, this house looked like a mountain cabin and was two stories high. A large porch at the front of the house
was not made to look welcoming; instead, it almost glared at you, threatening anyone who came closer.

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to give the impression that it was abandoned, with
its broken window shutters hanging from rusted hinges and dead plants scattered in front of the steps, but there was no way this house was abandoned. Someone had built it here to hide from the world and they didn’t want to be found.

Since I
didn’t want to be found either, it was the perfect place to stay, my luck was improving.

Walking to the back of the house, I quietly tested a window to see if it was unlocked. To my surprise it was. The window frame scraped as it opened and I paused, listening to see if
I’d alerted anyone, before I climbed inside.

The house was just as barren inside as the outside, although some furniture did exist. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my knife. Just in case. Placing my knife into my back
pocket I closed the window and waited for someone to come.

No one did.
Someone was either afraid to investigate the intruder or was sleeping too soundly to have heard me enter. I bet my money on the former, although why they wouldn’t come and see who was breaking into their house, I still hadn’t figured out. I was in no doubt their curiosity would get the better of them eventually, but for now, I’d use it to my advantage.

Downstairs consisted of four rooms, two on either side of a large open staircase that led to a landing with more rooms upstairs. On one side of this level
was a kitchen and living area, and the other a bedroom and bathroom. I suspected there was more bedrooms upstairs, and perhaps another bathroom, but I wasn’t going to investigate tonight, I knew I’d find out in time when whoever was here was ready to show themselves.

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make it look like an abandoned cabin in the woods on the inside as well. Nearly all of the furniture and surroundings was made of wood, the walls, the table and chairs, even the bed. Fortunately
, it also had a mattress and pillow, and while there were no sheets or blankets, a tattered mattress would be a far more comfortable sleeping option than the base of a tree.

I made my home in the bedroom, placing my backpack next to me on the bed, and lay down staring at the ceiling. It was quiet inside, almost
like someone was holding their breath. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and slipped it under the pillow where I could easily grab it again if I needed to.

Yawning, I rolled over, pulling the leather jacket around me for warmth. The sun would be up in a few hours. Until then, all I could do was wait.

I closed my eyes and soon was drifting off to sleep.

The morning light streamed in through the bare window and woke me. It took a few seconds to get my bearings and remember where I was. The room looked different in daylight than it did at night. The walls had peeling wallpaper and there were water stains in the corners. An old armchair, stuffing bursting out of the side with the chair frame showing, sat in the corner. It looked about as comfortable as the bed I’d slept in, which meant not at all.