10. Sierra
TEN
Sierra
Yuri dumps some bags onto my bed. “Get dressed.”
Arching a brow, I close the laptop and go to peer into the larger bag first. My eyes widen when I see that it’s clothing. A leather jacket, leather pants, a t-shirt, and even panties and a bra. I grab the underwear, then turn slightly to the side to give myself the illusion of privacy before shimmying into them. I don’t know why I bother, since Yuri has already seen all of me, but it makes me feel better.
I get dressed as fast as I can. The leather is tight but soft—and also clearly new.
It doesn’t escape my attention that my clothes match what he’s wearing right now—black leather pants, black leather jacket. His t-shirt is black instead of white, but we’re definitely a matching pair.
This is the same kind of clothes he was wearing when I met him two years ago.
I pull the jacket on last and look down at myself. “You have good taste,” I remark grudgingly. The last thing in the bags is a large box, and I can’t help the shiver of delight that runs through me. I recognize this sort of box.
Inside is my favorite kind of present, which is a pair of shoes .
Well. Boots, to be more particular, and more utilitarian than my usual style, but even so. It’s something, and I take a moment to look them over.
“Not bad. Definitely nicer than the ones Nikolai had me wear,” I remark. Those shoes need to be burned, stat.
Yuri lets out a derisive snort. “Nikolai did say you were a shoe snob.” He walks toward the door, then stops there to look over his shoulder at me. “Are you coming or not?”
“Give me a second. It’s not like these are slip-ons,” I tell him, pulling the boots on and buckling them tight. I lift my foot so I can examine them again. The fit is perfect, which is strange, but gift horses, etc.
As soon as they’re on, I follow him toward the door. “Where are we going, anyway?”
Yuri shrugs, the scowl still on his face. “Somewhere.”
He keeps walking, and I’m desperate enough to leave this room that I’m willing to see where the guy who patently hates me wants to go. If he was out to kill me, he probably wouldn’t have gotten me a new set of clothes.
Probably.
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see it. “Fine, be cryptic,” I grumble. “It’s not like I won’t figure it out when we get there.”
He flips on the switch to the lights, and I quirk a brow as I take in the array of cars and motorcycles. The garage door smoothly slides open, and I glance out into the fresh air. It’s just past noon, and I don’t think I’ve appreciated how bright the sun is before now. I only look back when I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and I see Yuri holding out a helmet.
Helmets. Fuck.
“What now?” he barks when I don’t instantly take it from him.
“I’ve still never ridden a motorcycle,” I say slowly, my heart threatening to plummet into my chest. My mother is vehemently against them, calling them death traps and worse, and even though I’d been curious, I’m also wary of them.
I’d thought about hopping on his bike back then, but the prospect feels less adventurous, more terrifying, now that Yuri is so angry .
“Then today is your first day.” Yuri gives me a nasty smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
I flash a brittle smile at him. “Why don’t I believe you?” I shake my head. Putting me in danger means putting himself in danger… though I somehow suspect he’s an adrenaline junkie who wouldn’t care about that.
Yuri pushes the helmet at me, and I’m forced to take it. I watch as he walks over to one of the larger bikes.
“I am good at controlling the bike,” Yuri says as he strokes the seat. “Just don’t flail around or do anything stupid like attempt to jump off while we’re going sixty miles an hour.”
I scoff, but my heart is racing. “I won’t do anything dumb.” On purpose, anyway. I know there’s technique to driving a motorcycle, and I’m pretty sure that even applies to a passenger. I refuse to let him see how nervous I am, trying to hide my trembling hands beneath the helmet.
He passes me a pair of leather gloves too, and I’m grateful for the added protection. I don’t even want to imagine my body getting skinned in an accident.
Once I’m fully kitted out, the only thing left is to get on the damn bike. I stop in front of the large contraption, trying to gather the courage to get on.
I wonder if it’s the same one he’d driven the first day we’d met.
Yuri smirks at me. “What. You scared? Don’t worry, I hear it’s very ‘stimulating’ for women.”
“You’re disgusting,” I mutter. “Has anyone told you that? If they haven’t, they should.”
He helps me onto the bike, and I have to spread my legs wide — something he seems to be aware of, because his gaze falls between them.
Disgusting .
Yuri hops onto the bike as well, and I slide as far back on the seat as possible. I have no idea what to do with my hands, and I end up clenching them on my thighs.
Yuri puts his helmet on and glances over his shoulder at me. “ You do need to hold on. Go with the flow when we go into curves, and don’t make any sudden movements to distract me.”
“Hold on to you?” I ask, a little dumbly, because where else am I going to hold on?
He gives me a look, and I’m glad for the way the helmet hides the flush in my cheeks.
“Yes, fine,” I say, closing the helmet’s visor. I reluctantly scoot up so I can wrap my arms around him. He’s warm against the front of my body, and the smell of leather is surprisingly appealing.
I quickly shut that thought away. There is nothing fucking appealing about Yuri anymore.
I tense when he squeezes my hand, more startled than anything else, but he doesn’t do anything beyond that.
Yuri starts up the bike, and the engine roars to life. The vibrations reverberate through me, and even at this low speed I suddenly understand why he said it was ‘stimulating.’
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I ask as Yuri drives the bike out of the garage, but I don’t get a response. I don’t know if he’s ignoring me or if he can’t hear me at all.
At least that means he probably doesn’t hear the embarrassing squeak I make when he accelerates. He’s not even going that fast as we slowly cruise through the neighborhood. I’m surprised when he takes his time, and I get the hang of leaning slightly with him as he takes turns.
Before long, though, he’s turning onto one of the back roads. The speeds increase, and my heart races faster.
I cling tighter to Yuri, burying my head—as much as I can while wearing the helmet—against his back. The wind whips past us, but the leather and helmet keeps me from feeling much of it.
At first, all I can hear are my mother’s warnings, the way her voice goes shrill when she passes motorcycles on the interstate and she lectures me about the dangers of riding one. But after a few minutes, those fade away and all I’m left with is the roaring of the wind as Yuri speeds up.
And… it’s not that bad. It’s not bad at all, actually, once I stop th inking about all the ways this can go wrong and start thinking about all the things that are right.
I lift my head so I can get a better view of the landscape. We end up on the highway, and my eyes widen as we drive past other cars. Yuri doesn’t do any obviously stupid maneuvers, but that doesn’t stop the adrenaline rush of blasting past larger vehicles that could easily crush us if we collided with them.
I keep my arms wrapped tightly around him, but as the ride continues, I loosen my grasp just a little. Not enough to be stupid, but enough to make it easier to look around. The longer we’re on the highway, the more confident I feel. I’m not going to hop on one of these and drive it myself, but riding on it isn’t as bad as I would’ve thought.
I stop thinking about the dangers as the excitement of it washes over me, and I even let out a breathless laugh when Yuri passes a large truck.
This is surprisingly fun .
As I continue to relax, my arms drift lower, and I freeze as I find my hand brushing the smooth leather of his pants.
The leather of his pants that’s not even remotely hiding his burgeoning erection. I’m not sure of it at first, but the longer I touch, the harder he gets.
I don’t know why I’m doing it. It’s stupid to tease him, especially while we’re on the highway — hell, especially while we’re on the bike at all. But I can’t help but feel a touch of exhilaration at the knowledge that I can affect him like this.
Which is utterly stupid, considering the fact that if I taunt the snake, I’m going to get bitten.
Yuri suddenly switches lanes, and I squeak, wrapping my arms tighter around him. He takes us to the nearby exit, and I’m so disoriented I’m not really sure where we are.
We end up on a smaller road, and Yuri pulls to a stop in a small secluded parking lot surrounded by trees. It’s one of those scenic lookouts, completely devoid of anybody else on a weekday afternoon .
Yuri takes his helmet off. He’s breathing heavily, and when he turns to look at me, I immediately recognize the lust in his eyes.
Fuck.
All right, so I knew I was inviting this the second I didn’t pull my hand back from his cock. I shouldn’t have played with fire because now I’m going to get burned, but with the adrenaline coursing through me, I’m not entirely sure I mind the fact that there will be consequences. I pull my own helmet off, running my hand through my tousled hair.
“Are we having a picnic?” I try to joke, but my voice is breathless too.
“I’m definitely hungry,” Yuri growls. He gets off the bike, but before I can follow, he leans down and crushes our mouths together in a rough kiss.
It surprises me. I could see him instantly going for my pants, to try to fuck me even though we’re in the light of day and anyone could happen upon us, but a kiss? It takes me a second to figure out how to respond, if I even want to, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He keeps kissing me, and I don’t know why, but I find myself kissing him back. I clutch his back and lean into it, giving just as much as I’m getting.
Yuri grabs my leg and helps me get it over the side of the bike so I’m facing him properly. He keeps his hold on my ass, and that sends a zing of desire through me.
There’s something so primal about what we’re doing now. I should be terrified. We’re out in the wilderness. Somebody else could pull up at any moment. We were just on a fucking deathtrap of a bike.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Yuri whispers. “Right here, over the bike.”
My breath catches, and I hesitate. I should refuse, but I feel the brand keenly on my chest, reminding me what I am to them. Reminding me of what I agreed to. It’s a phantom pain, but it’s there anyway, and I blame that sensation for how readily I nod to him.
It has nothing to do with growing need .
“Yeah,” I croak out. “Okay.”
He nearly drags me off the bike, and I swallow hard as my pussy throbs in answer to the feeling of his hard cock pressing my ass as he pushes me against it.
Fuck.
This isn’t supposed to be good. None of this is, especially with a man who would kill me as readily as he’d fuck me. He hates me, but I guess that doesn’t matter when he’s got a hard-on and I’m the only woman around.
Yuri fumbles to pull my pants and panties down just below my ass. I can barely spread my legs for him, but he doesn’t seem to care as he rubs his erection against my ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” he says, kissing the back of my neck. “How did it feel, having the bike rumble between your legs? The heat of the motor. The way you fucking teased me.”
I’d felt powerful.
I don’t want to tell him that, though. I don’t want him to know that I feel in any way like I have a leg up on him, that I can manipulate him even as he fucking uses me.
“Good,” I say instead, going for neutrality but not quite managing it as he nips my neck and elicits a soft moan from me.
He unfastens his own pants, pulling his cock out, then slides his erection between my legs, his cock almost as hot as the bike had been. I bite down on my lip to swallow an even louder sound.
Fuck, anybody could hear us.
My face must be ruby red from embarrassment.
Or flushed from arousal.
Yuri reaches down and positions his cock against my cunt. I expect him to thrust in quickly, but he goes slow, taking his time to fully seat himself inside me.
My breathing is uneven, and I tilt my head back. My pants keep my legs tightly together, and it feels even more intense as he starts to fuck me. I don’t know whether I’m grateful or embarrassed that I’m wet. I don’t even know why. Had it really been because of the motorcycle? If so, I’m not sure if I ever want to ride one again or if I want to ride one all the fucking time because it feels so damn good to have him inside of me.
“Take it,” Yuri growls, thrusting harder. “You’ve been tempting me on purpose. Those fucking hips of yours. Your breasts. Your lips .”
I shake my head helplessly. I haven’t been doing it on purpose… at least, I don’t think so. He’d probably be attracted to any woman with tits and an ass, but it feels strangely personal. I don’t know why I think that, and the thought is soon lost in the haze as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.
I think I’m going to come from this alone, and I let out a keening sound that’s louder than any noise I wanted to make.
Yuri pushes me harder into the bike, reminding me of just how exhilarating the ride had been. The adrenaline is probably still pumping through my system, heightening everything we’re doing.
“Fucking tease,” Yuri says again, and his movements get more erratic. He must be on the edge too.
I don’t bother trying to argue with him. I let out a shuddering breath, bowing my head as I focus on the pleasure, on the way my body is screaming for release.
It hits me all at once, and I mewl in frantic need as my walls clench around Yuri’s cock, tightening as he increases his speed.
He says something in Russian, but I’m too far gone to care that I can’t understand him. It’s probably an insult anyway. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way his cock pumps in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm until I feel wrung out and he’s finally, finally spilling into me.
I take in a long, gasping breath and slump forward.
The motorcycle is still warm.
Yuri pushes my hair aside and kisses the nape of my neck again before he pulls out. I feel his cum trickle down my thigh.
He zips up and walks away, leaving me to clean myself up on my own. There isn’t much I can do out here, and I grimace as I pull my underwear up to keep it from making more of a mess.
I straighten and pull my pants up, buttoning them and glancing toward Yuri. He’d been quick to fuck me and walk off, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he regretting it?
I think I am.
I know I should be.
Yuri keeps looking out over the mountain, and there’s something hard and closed off about his expression. It reminds me of how my brother Neil used to look when he was suppressing his anger.
What does Yuri have to be angry about anyway? He’s the one who dragged me on this ride. He’s the one who initiated the fuck.
“I’m not the one who got you sent to jail,” I snap.
Yuri glares at me. “You, your brother. It’s the same.”
I scoff at him, feeling my own irritation overtaking that post-orgasmic haze. “You know perfectly well it’s not like that. Women don’t have a place in this business, remember?”
Yuri stuffs his hands into his pockets, the very picture of angry adolescence.
And he is young, isn’t he? He can’t be more than a year or two older than I am. He’s the youngest out of the three of them.
How long has he been in this life? Maybe he was born into it, like my brothers.
“Your family did it on purpose,” Yuri says. “Because I tried to bring you flowers.”
I blink at him. “What?” I hadn’t known about any flowers . I’d known that Yuri and I had had an instant connection, something almost electric, but nothing had ever happened.
Not even when I’d found his number, because Pa had caught me trying to text him, and he’d made it clear that if I ever tried again…
My stomach twists uncomfortably.
Two years in jail, because of some flowers and a text.
“Well, guess the tables have flipped,” Yuri says with a horrible smirk. “Your brother’s the one in prison now, and you’re mine.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I stay silent.
Yuri casts one more look at the open mountain before coming back to the bike. “Come on. We’ve wasted too much time.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Because I’m a tease and you’re not strong enough to handle a little bit of arousal without acting on it. ”
Why am I goading him? Considering what I know now, it’s childish and a little cruel, but my head is still spinning with the information.
Yuri scowls at me. “Because your cunt was wet and throbbing. Don’t get too turned on during the next part of the ride.”
“I wasn’t the one jumping on your dick,” I snap back at him. “I can keep it in my pants.” I grab my helmet and shove it on, not wanting to look at him.
Yuri gets his helmet on too. He barely waits for me to get onto the bike before he’s starting it up again.
The ride isn’t as fun this time.