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“Was that so hard?” I asked before starting the engine and rolling out of the compound. Alex’s arms snaked around mymiddle, holding on tightly, her face tucked into my back. The warmth of her body was something I never expected to like, but she felt right sitting there behind me.
When I turned onto Oakwood, I waited for Alex to tap my leg to tell me where to stop. After pulling onto the pavement outside a mechanic’s shop, I extended the kickstand and killed the engine. I looked up at the building, noticing the piece of wood sheeting in place of glass on the office door.
She followed my gaze. “I’m getting that fixed.” She took off my helmet and handed it to me. “Thanks for the ride.”
Chapter 7
Alex
“Thanks for the ride.”
My mysterious savior cocked his head to the side, like he couldn’t believe he was being dismissed. Despite his assumption that I was a club whore, there was something about him that had made me forget about everything at the clubhouse…like where I was, who I was with, and finding Bliss and keeping my vow to keep her safe. Jesus, I’d even let him finger fuck me in front of the Savage Hunt club members. But when I’d see them all looking—seen them all watching hungrily—I’d been transported back to the time I was raped inside my father’s clubhouse. It had been a couple of visiting members from the San Diego chapter who had thought I was a club whore brought in to entertain them while my father and the San Diego club president talked.
I’d told them no. I’d told them I wasn’t a club girl, but they hadn’t listened.
And they took everything from me.
It had taken me five long years of therapy before I could stand for another man to touch me. It had taken another two to start dating and having sex again, but my anxiety and the panic attack that inevitably followed was always waiting in the darkrecesses of my mind, just waiting to rush to the surface if I gave it permission.
I was not my past, though.
I was in control of my actions and the situations I found myself in.
“Aren’t you going to invite me up?” Nick asked.
Shaking my head, I pulled the garage key from my purse. “No.”
“Why not?”
“You thought I was a club whore.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “My mistake.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I said, “It’ll be the last one you make with me.”
He smirked. “You don’t want that orgasm then?”
Jesus, why did he have to mention that? I squirmed, shifting on my feet, because my pussy was still pulsing from where he’d slid his fingers inside me.
Softly, seductively, he said, “Your cunt took my fingers so well, little voyeur.” He stepped closer.
I waited for the panic to flare, and the alarm bells to start ringing, but they were curiously absent. Just like when I was at the bar, Nick’s presence seemed to calm me. Every word he’d whispered into my ear, every stroke of his fingers as he beat back my panic, felt as if he was scaling the steep wall I had built around my heart, breaching my defenses so quickly—so artfully—to slay my dragon of paranoia and distrust.
I could’ve been a little more dramatic and said that him saving me from the two men made him my shining white knight, but one look at the dark slash of brow and intense green eyes, I knew he wasn’t a white knight.
He was my murderous dark knight.
I was brought out of my reverie when he took another step closer, the feeling of being stalked a very real one. “I wonderwhat my dick would feel like buried in there.” One more step, and I was caged between his body and the outside wall of the garage. We were out in the open—anyone driving by could’ve seen us—and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Nick dragged his thumb over my bottom lip, his hypnotic green eyes capturing me. He slid his thumb into my mouth, his intense gaze locked on my lips. “I wonder what it would taste like.”
Tasting myself on his thumb made my knees a little weak. He had a filthy mouth, not that that was surprising for a club member.
Removing his thumb, he lowered his head, then his mouth was against mine, our lips barely brushing. “Will you let me have a taste, little voyeur?” he asked softly. “Would you let me sit you on my bike and fucking devour you? Because I want to devour you. I want your orgasm. I worked hard for it. I want it on my tongue so when I return to the clubhouse, I’ll be able to taste you for the rest of the night.”
My whole body was an inferno, and Nick was the lit match and gasoline. Deep down, I knew he would take me roughly, but he wouldn’t cross that line—the one where pleasure and pain blurred. He waited for my answer, but the oblivion that he offered and the chance to enjoy something without the panic rising was too hard to resist.God, don’t let me regret this. As soon as I nodded, he lifted me up and placed me onto his bike.
The man fell to his knees in front of me, tearing at my panties and dragging them down my legs. He stuffed the silky fabric into his back pocket, then buried his face between my thighs. My cry of pleasure and surprise echoed around the abandoned part of the town, and I curled my fingers into the leather seat beneath me. Nick bunched my dress into one of his hands and lifted it out of the way, then slid two fingers into my drenched opening.
