Chapter 2
Natasha
“Nat, come on!” Rick yells again as I shake my head. I’m not doing it. I won’t do it.
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a whore.”
“We need the money,” he reminds me as I shake my head.
“Then you go blow his ass. I’m not doing it,” I protest as I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.
“You’re a real bitch you know that?”
“A bitch who isn’t selling herself for money,” I defend myself.
“A bitch who could, and then we wouldn’t have to live on the streets,” he adds.
“I’m not forcing you to be here, am I? In fact, you can run home to mommy anytime you feel like it, Rick. Don’t act like this is your life.” Fuck him for making me have to say it again, and fuck him for having a life to go back to. It makes me sick. He lives out here because he wants to, not because he has to.
“Don’t do that shit tonight,” he warns as he stalks toward me.
“Do what? Tell the truth?”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I saw your house, Rick. Don’t give me that shit.”
“Yeah, I can go back there and be Rick, the proper straight boy my mom thought she raised, or I can be here and be the gay man I know I am. Not much of a choice, is it?”
“Play the games they want you to play, Rick. She doesn’t know what you do at night, work, or whatever the hell it is you do.”
“She knows, Nat. Why are we arguing over this? Are you trying to get rid of me?” he asks. I shake my head. I would never want to do that because that would mean I’m alone once again, and I don’t think I can handle that.
“Of course not. I’m sorry. I just won’t whore myself out to anyone.”
“I know. Come here.” I step into his waiting arms, which wrap around me and pull me in close.
“I shouldn’t have asked that,” he murmurs.
“It’s fine. I get it. We need money.”
“And a shower.”
“And that. Let’s just go for a walk,” I tell him. He nods his head, agreeing with me. We pull apart and hold hands as we walk down the road. Instead of going our usual way, we take a right and head down the block. It’s a nice night. The wind is blowing ever so slightly as I walk hand in hand with my best friend.
“What’s that noise?” he asks as we get closer to the sound.
“A party. We should drop in,” I laugh. Rick laughs with me as we get closer to take a look. There are cars and bikes everywhere. I knew there was a biker clubhouse over here but I’ve never ventured close enough to see it.
“What’s going on?” Rick asks one of the girls, who looks way too happy to be heading in that direction.
“A party. Open night, anyone is welcome. Free food and drinks,” she replies as she wiggles her eyebrows. That catches my attention. Free food and drinks? I look up at Rick, and he has to be thinking the same thing as me. I smirk at him, and Rick nods his head as we walk in that direction together.
“You don’t think they will notice us?” I ask as we get closer. Rick glances around before shaking his head.
“There’s too many people here. They won’t notice us,” he tries to reassure me as we approach the clubhouse. The music is banging, and I find myself getting into the beat. I shake my ass as we walk inside and see everyone dancing and having a good time. Rick laughs as we make our way through the crowd.
“Dance with me,” I yell over the music. He nods his head, and we start dancing together in the middle of the room. There are so many people here that I doubt they’re going to notice us among them. So I relax and let the beat take me over.
I’m actually laughing and having a good time when Rick says he’s going to grab us a drink. I nod my head and keep moving to the music when I feel someone behind me. I think about stopping, but instead, I keep moving to the beat when a hand rests on my hip. Heat sparks through my veins as I turn my head and look up at the guy. He smiles down at me but keeps dancing, not saying a word. I figure he’s just wanting to dance so I dance along with him.
Rick eventually comes back with a drink and eyes the man behind me suspiciously which causes me to laugh. He must be one of the bikers because he’s wearing a vest. Two hands pull my body back against the guy, and I shrug, going with it. Rick is just dancing and having a great time when I feel warm breath against my neck. A shiver runs over my body when I feel lips touching my skin.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” A voice says in my ear. He’s also drunk. I can smell the liquor wafting off him.
“You’re drunk and seeing things,” I tease him. He laughs, and it goes straight to my core.
“I’m not that drunk, darlin’.”
“You seem to be.”
“Need me to prove it to you?” Now, I spin in his arms and look up at the man. He’s an older guy, not one of the younger ones who are here, but that doesn’t take away from his beauty. He’s hot. Scruffy jawline, serious eyes that could pull you in and hold you hostage. Yeah, he’s damn nice to look at.
“How are you going to do that?” Before the words finish leaving my mouth, his lips are crashing into mine. He kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. His tongue dives into my mouth, and I find myself moaning. Actually moaning! I haven’t been kissed like this in … ever.
His hands wrap around my waist and pull me in closer, and that’s when I feel just how hard he is. His cock pushes against me, hard and ready. He devours my mouth before pulling back and smiling down at me.
“That proof enough?” I can’t speak. So I shake my head. That was nowhere near enough. Whatever he has, I want more of. He chuckles, and then he’s back. His lips are on mine once more, taking what he wants from me, and I gladly offer it up. Wasn’t I just telling Rick I wouldn’t whore myself out, and here I am debating going to bed with this man? No, that’s different. This is different.
“You taste too fuckin’ good on my tongue, sweetheart. I’m wonderin’ what the rest of you tastes like.” His words send a chill running through me, and he can see me shiver. His smile gets bigger as he grabs my hand in his and leads me away from the crowd. I shouldn’t go. I don’t know him, but something inside of me wants to go. It wants this.
“Where are we going?”
“To my room.” I hesitate for only a second. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. I shouldn’t do this. I should do this. I’m torn, but I let him lead me down the hall and into a bedroom, where he locks the door behind us.
“Can I use the bathroom?” I ask. He nods toward another door, and I walk over quickly and step inside, locking the door. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. What can it hurt? One night of hot sex. Maybe I need this. I grab the soap and quickly wash myself before grabbing his deodorant and putting some on. I don’t care that I don’t know the man, but shit, I also don’t want to smell horrible.
When I’m satisfied, I walk back out of the bathroom to find him in nothing but his jeans hanging low on his hips. His abs are on display, a full six-pack staring me in the face. Tattoos decorate his body, and I have the urge to touch every one of them.
“They won’t bite.” I jerk my gaze up to his and smile. “Come here,” he calls huskily. I walk over to him, and he quickly pulls my clothes off me, tossing them to the side. When I’m naked, he growls. Actually growls and drags my body against his.
“You smell like me.”
“I used your deodorant,” I blurt out. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“What’s your name, darlin’?”
“Nat.”
“I’m Gunner. You ready for me?” I nod my head just as someone pounds on the door.
“Gunner!” I hear a woman’s voice yell through the door, but he ignores it and leans down, sucking my flesh into his mouth. Fuck he knows what he’s doing with his lips.
The more he does it, the more I press my naked body against his. He groans, and the woman keeps yelling and pounding on the door.
“Should you get that?”
“You want me to?”
“No.”
“Then no.” His lips are back, kisses peppered along my shoulder and down my neck. He leans all the way down and takes my nipple into his mouth, and I swear to god, when he bites down, I cry out.
“Gunner! Damn it,” I hear the woman yell.
“I’m gonna make her watch if she doesn’t shut the hell up,” he growls against me.
“Girlfriend?”
“Ex.”
“Then do it.” He pulls back and looks at me funny, but I just shrug. If it shuts her up, I’m all on board.
“You’re not jokin’.”
“No. It’s annoying, honestly.”
“Hold on.” Gunner walks away from me and pulls the door open. The woman stumbles in, and he catches her, standing her upright. Then, he calls for someone else to come in. I should be embarrassed I’m standing here naked, but I’m not.
“You’re gonna hold onto her and make her watch,” he tells the guy. The man’s eyes flicker to me and then I see him smile and nod his head. The woman screams and protests until Gunner shoves a bandanna in her mouth, gagging her. The other guy lifts her and drags her over to the chair, where he sits with her in his lap.
Gunner closes the door and stalks back to me, stripping out of his jeans and giving me a view of that massive cock he’s been hiding in there. My body heats up even more, and the room seems stifling hot.
“I’m gonna taste you,” he purrs as he backs me against the bed. When my legs hit the bed, he shoves me roughly onto it and spreads my legs. She can see me. She has a full view. I almost tell him no, but then he’s there; his tongue is there. His lips are there. He’s there. He licks and sucks, driving a finger inside me slowly at first.
He knows what he’s doing with that tongue of his. He flicks my clit while the woman screams around the gag. I ignore her, getting lost in the pleasure I feel.
He keeps going and going until I feel that burn I haven’t felt in so long.
“Oh god,” I cry as I reach down and grab his hair in my hands. I keep him pressed against me as I writhe on the bed and chase that release. He growls against me, and it sends a chill racing through me. He eats and eats and then flicks my clit a few times, and I’m falling apart. I scream out his name as he licks at every drop of what I’ve released for him. I roll my hips, riding the wave of pleasure as he pulls more and more from me. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I’ve never felt so fucking high.
When he pulls away from me, he climbs up my body and licks my neck.
“I’ve never tasted anything like that. I’m gonna have to do that again,” he promises as he lifts my leg around his hip, and that’s when I feel his cock at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, just a little at first. I’m panting, waiting, needing.
“You want this, don’t you? Tell me you want this,” he says in a husky tone.
“I want this. Please.” I’m almost begging. I will beg. I need him inside me.