Chapter 16
Annalese
I wake up with a hot biker curled around me. I snuggle back against him, loving the feeling of being his little spoon. When he shifts, his thick cock slides against my ass. It’s a thrilling reminder that we didn’t get a chance to have sex last night. We had both been too exhausted. The thought of making up for lost time is too tempting, especially when Haze pulls me back against his chest.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Rubbing my backside against his cock, I respond, “Well rested and ready for some lovin’.”
I feel his cock throb against my heated skin, as his hand moves down between my legs. “Not wet enough,” he murmurs drowsily.
I give him an indignant huff. “In my own defense, I’ve only been awake for two minutes.”
“I want you on my face. Say yes, and I’ll make you all kinds of wet for me,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
Glancing over my shoulder, I tell him, “You could use your hands.” I don’t know why but jumping on his face first thing in the morning seems rude.
“Need to taste you. I need it.” Rolling over onto his back, he taps his chest. “I want one knee on each side of my head and your pretty pussy spread open against my mouth. Don’t make me beg.”
I begin moving into place almost immediately because his softly spoken words stoke my desire, making me want to do everything he says.
Once I’m where he wants me, I feel momentarily vulnerable, spread open above his face. His big hands come up to wrap around my ass and his thumbs slide through my slit, honing in on my core and my clit. Pleasure floods my pussy when his thick fingers tease me and spread me open for this mouth.
Haze’s devilish tongue delights in teasing an orgasm out of me almost immediately. Making me come is so effortless for him. He excels where other men have failed, and I love that about him. His tongue does a lazy figure of eight, rimming my now weeping core and up around my clit. This is Haze’s idea of giving me a break between orgasms, but one is enough. I’m ready to have him inside me. We’ve spent all this time fooling around and want to take things to the next level. So, I tap out.
When I smack my hand against his shoulder, he reluctantly lets me go.
“So soon?” he asks grumpily.
“I want your cock inside me.” Telling him what I want directly, causes him to sit up and pay attention.
Gazing up at me, he asks, “You sure about that, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, yesterday was pretty stressful for you.”
After every guy I’ve ever dated constantly pestered me for sex, hearing Haze rein in his own sexual needs to make sure I’m comfortable, hits me right in the feels. He’s thousand times better than any man I’ve met, much less dated.
“Oh, I want it alright,” I say as I move down and rub my pussy against his abs.
He groans, “So fucking sexy.”
He rolls over on top of me and I bring my legs up on either side to give him room to work. Instead of diving right in, he lifts one of my legs and cradles it in the crook of his arm. I feel his thick cock sliding through my folds. A needy sound escapes from the back of my throat when the tip of his cock collides with my sensitive clit.
“You like that don’t you, beautiful?” His rough voice whispers in my ear.
“God, yes. Everything you do feels amazing.” When he does it again, I moan, “Don’t stop.”
The next thing I know, he’s notching himself at my entrance and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
When he slides in, my breath catches in my throat because he’s almost too much. Not that I want him to stop. I can’t think of anything that I want more than a pussy full of Haze.
The thing is, he knows that he’s almost too much for one woman. That’s why he goes in short, shallow thrusts at first, to get me used to the sheer size of his cock. And I’m thankful for the consideration. It takes him a minute to work himself in. He gives me time to get adjusted when all I want is for him to move.
I moan, “Faster please,” as I cling to him for all I’m worth.
He pulls out, and slowly slides back in several times, while his mouth is dropping little kisses and nips onto my neck. The intensity of being full of him is nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling him moving inside me. Haze was made to pleasure a woman, I think to myself.
With every glide of his cock, I can feel him everywhere. As wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, I realize how lucky I am to be sharing his bed. The more he thrusts, the rougher his strokes become, until I’m chanting his name, totally lost in the pleasure he gives.
I’m about to come and my pussy clenches down on his cock. That’s when he bites my neck, right where it meets my shoulder. He doesn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make me orgasm harder than I have in my entire life. He freezes deep inside me as he comes so hard his entire body tenses up.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. He presses his forehead to mine. “Was that everything you built it up to be in your mind?”
“No,” I tell him. “It was a hundred times better than I ever imagined.
He rolls over again putting me on top of his big body. “Thank fuck. I would die of embarrassment if I didn’t hit a home run the first time we were together.
I pat his chest, still trying to catch my breath. “Best sex of my life. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
***
Three hours later, I wake up alone. Haze crawled out of bed a while ago, he had a meeting with his club brothers and then he headed to the shop. I was taking the day off—Trix and I are going shopping and then heading on over to the hospital to visit Mel and the baby.
The way all the brothers and their old ladies come together to help each other is something special. I’ll never forget how they all took care of me while I was in hospital, for the first time in ages, I felt I truly belonged.
I’m going to hang tough with Haze for as long as this fling lasts for him, because I’ve never had it so good. I stretch my arms above my head and feel the soft glide of the sheets caress my body. Strange how after making love with Haze heightens my awareness of all things tactile.
After showering I take a rummage through the bag that miraculously appeared outside the door of the suite Haze and I spent last night in.
My hot biker sent a prospect over with a bag containing some clothing and my hygiene supplies from his place. I dig through the things he sent and get ready for my day. For once in my life, I feel like I’m really fitting in and making friends.
When I come downstairs, I see Trix standing face-to-face with Vapor. She has her hands on her hips and appears to be in some kind of heated back and forth with him. Although I’m dying for a coffee, I hang back and let them hash out whatever problem they’re having.
I notice a tall lanky prospect standing nearby. Vapor gestures to him and raises his voice slightly. “Let Evan tag along. You’ve always liked him. Remember? You said he was a good kid. He’s your brother’s best friend.”
“Then let him go hang out with Hark. I don’t need a freaking bodyguard. I got enough of that overbearing shit from my grandfather growing up in the Hellfire Hounds. I don’t need it from you.” Trix punctuates the last part of her sentence by poking him in his massive chest with one finger.
Vapor’s lips press into a thin line. “Fine, but leave your location tracking on and only go to the places we talked about.”
Trix throws her arms around him, and he leans down to claim a kiss. They rub noses, whispering to each other and then break apart. Vapor lingers, even when Trix looks around, spots me, and begins making her way over. The look of worry on his face is concerning. But Trix is all lighthearted smiles, so I let it go.
“Are you ready to go shopping?” she asks enthusiastically.
I step out to meet her. “Yeah, but I’m gonna need some coffee and a muffin.”
“Don’t you worry, I know just the place.”
***
We talk about the baby on our way out to the car and then we’re off. Trix has calmed down after yesterday, I take a chance and ask her about her pregnancy, seeing as it’s no longer a secret. She says she’s doing okay—other than the fact that her allergies are going crazy. Apparently, it’s something that can happen in pregnancy. We drive through Trix’s favorite coffee shop and get drinks and breakfast. Then we head straight to the local mall. Trix has made a list of items Mel will need while she’s in hospital with the baby, they’ll only be in for another night, but we want to spoil her a bit. Poor Mel has been overworked these last few months, I think the club brothers are in the middle of working out a roster for brothers to man the bar, so she can have time off. Obviously, there’s still her and Tracker’s business in town, but arranging cover for one bar is easier than two.
We end up shopping for a few hours before Trix’s begins to gasp for breath. I come up beside her and grasp her arm to hold her up in case she passes out, which is looking more likely by the minute. We stop at the food court and since it’s the tail end of lunch, the food court is still packed. Everyone is staring at us, but I ignore them in favor of trying to help my friend.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I’m wondering if I need to call 911.
She grasps my arm back as I ease her down into a chair. “It’s my asthma acting up. I have an inhaler in my purse.” I hold the purse for her, and she digs through it, becoming ever more exasperated when she doesn’t find it.
“Should I call Vapor to bring you one? Do you need me to get you to hospital?” I ask, worried because she’s still struggling to get her breath.
“I’ll be okay, I have one in the car, I’m keeping spares everywhere,” she says as she pulls her keys out.
I snag the keys out of her hand and get to my feet. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She nods, but looks anything but okay.
“You stay here, I’ll run out and grab it.”
I watch her pick up her purse again, mumbling in halting breaths that she was sure she had one in there.
I see an elderly lady watching us, “Ma’am, my friend is having an asthma attack. I’m going to get her inhaler. Would you be able to sit with her until I get back?”
“Dearie me, don’t you think you need to go to the ER?” the woman says as she sits down beside Trix.
Trix shakes her head, “I’ll be fine once I get my inhaler, it looks worse than it is.”
The woman and I both share a look, and she says, “Don’t worry dear, I’ll call for the medics if need be.”
Not wanting to waste another minute, I turn and run for the car. People are staring at me because I’m literally running at breakneck speed through the mall. I speed through the door and bolt into the parking lot. I know exactly where we parked, but just before I reach the car someone runs into me, sending me sprawling onto my ass on the pavement.
“What the hell? Watch where you’re going,” I shout as I roll to my feet.
The man who knocked me over is standing next to an open trunk, I shoot him a dirty look as I make to go to Trix’s car. I’m stopped by a big burly arm slamming into my chest. Then quick as a wink, he picks me up and tosses me into his trunk. For a second, I’m too shocked to respond. Staring up at him, I don’t recognize his face.
I quickly catch my breath and stammer, “Who the hell are you?”
“Rick. Remember, I made an appointment, Annalese.”
My mouth falls open in shock as he smirks down at me. “You can’t do this. My friend needs the medication I was fetching from her car.”
“Too damn bad. There’s a bounty on your head and I intend to collect it.”
I try to jump up out of the trunk. “You’ve got the wrong person. I swear. There is no bounty on my head. I’m a complete nobody.”
He gives a laugh, shoves me back roughly, then with a practiced movement wraps a cable tie around my wrists and slams the trunk shut.
Laying there in the dark, I try to remember all the television shows I’ve ever watched about women being locked in a trunk in an effort to brainstorm my way out of this situation. I vaguely remember that trunks now have emergency latches, so I grope around trying to find one. Thankfully, my hands are tied at the front of me, allowing me some movement. I scrape my knuckles and break a nail, but can’t manage to find any lever, latch, or button that might open the damn trunk.
Knowing that my pregnant friend is back at the mall gasping for breath because I didn’t manage to get her the medication she so desperately needs, fills me with hopeless rage. I’m worried about it, until I realize there were dozens of people around to help her but no one to help me.
Yeah, I need to worry about my damn self at this moment. The appointment Rick made was to get a tattoo, not to abduct me. And if I have a bounty on my head, why wait two weeks to collect it? Literally nothing about this situation made sense.
That is until we pull off the highway onto a smooth surface that seems like it might be a parking lot. I begin to panic, because this is how it always ends when a woman gets abducted. They end up in an empty lot somewhere and are raped and tortured and then killed by some scumbag serial killer. God, I don’t even want to think about how many assholes are roaming around abducting and murdering women on any given day.
***
After around half an hour the car stops, and bright lights shine in through the cracks where the trunk door meets the body of the car. There are muffled voices and then the door lifts up. The lights are coming down from above. Yeah, we’re in a parking lot alright. Pushing myself up a little, I can see it’s a big empty one. Why am I here? It all just seems so surreal.
All the pieces of the puzzle suddenly click into place when I see my stepbrother and my ex-fiancé standing there staring down at me.
I can’t believe they hired a professional thug to track me down. That disbelief turns to anger in a heartbeat. “Why the hell are the two of you so obsessed with me? Trevor, you should have moved on by now. Hell, you had one foot out the door when we were together.”
Trevor smirks but it’s Greg who answers. “You’ve been a bad girl, Annalese. Now that dad is gone, disciplining your wild spirit falls to me. Unlike you, I’ve never been one to shirk my duties.”
My mouth falls open. Besides being shocked, I’m honestly bewildered by his words.