7. Paige
7
PAIGE
“I got us two doubles with a door between,” Poe says as he comes out from the motel office.
“That works.” Savage takes one of the key cards, and leads the way.
After finding the money and dealing with Neil, the decision was made to grab food and crash for the night, leaving the hard talk for the morning. I didn’t think I was hungry until the van filled with the smell of fast food burgers and fries. Much to their amusement, I practically inhaled mine, and on the ride to the motel, my eyes closed and I didn’t wake up until the van stopped.
It’s a typical highway motel, shaped like a capital L with rooms that open to the outside and face an inground pool in the courtyard. Nothing fancy and straight out of the nineteen eighties, but it seems safe enough. A small, tired part of me imagines sneaking out during the night with the bag under my arm. I could let the air out of their tires and be long gone by the time they wake up. It’s a pretty fantasy, but I don't think they'll give me the chance.
Even if I managed to get away, where am I going? I know for sure now that people are after me, and while my sample size is small, I’m not sure I want to take my chances on who would find me next. Savage, Crank and Poe have quickly become the devils I know. It isn’t smart, but I want to trust them.
Crank yawns. “I'm fucking beat.”
Savage nods. “Yeah, but we gotta talk and I want to check in with Prez. You good with taking the first shift with Paige tonight, Crank? We'll set her up in one room, and then we'll discuss in the other, but after that I want eyes on her the whole time.”
“Sounds good.”
They let me shower and change in the bathroom while Crank sits guard outside. I don’t know how much time I spend under the hot water, but it’s enough to turn my fingers into prunes. Living above Mike’s garage came with the use of his downstairs bathroom, but it was made very clear to me that he was keeping an eye on the water and electricity. It can’t wipe away the memory of fighting for my life behind the diner, or of everything that came after, but it’s a start.
As soon as I leave the bathroom, Crank holds up a pair of handcuffs and jingles them. “Sorry, honey, but for the moment we have to play it safe.”
I’m too tired to be upset, and it doesn’t really surprise me that they don’t trust me not to try and run because I might. Heck, I was already daydreaming about it. I hold up my arm. “Let’s get this over with.”
Crank chuckles. He clicks one end closed around my wrist and the other around a support post near the bottom of the headboard. “You know, back at the club, there's plenty of sluts who'd beg me to do this.”
I glare up at him. “Well if that’s what you want, then you should’ve taken Lee and her friends up on their offer earlier. And who the heck says slut anymore? The nineties called, they want your misogyny back.”
“Whoa, hold the fuck up. Let’s get a few things straight. First, I ain’t got shit against what anyone chooses to do with their own body, but if I want pussy, I don’t need to pay for it.” He leans in close, his blue eyes locked onto mine. “Second, I know you’ve clocked our cuts. The three of us are full, blooded members of the Outlaw Sons MC. It’s not always the prettiest life, and the only way out is in a bag, but there’s plenty of women who enjoy the kind of men we are. Slut is just slang for the ones that become regulars. No harm meant and they don’t give a shit.”
I feel a little stab of guilt. “I'm… I'm sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
“Yeah you fucking did, but I get it. You don’t know us for Jack. You’re how old?”
“Twenty,” I say defensively. I feel like I’ve aged about a decade in the past six months.
“Shit, even Poe has a couple years on you. Go to sleep, kid. Tomorrow’s problems aren’t going anywhere.”
“I’m not a kid,” I grumble, trying to get comfortable.
Crank helps pull the blanket up for me and brushes a lock of hair off my forehead, lightly running his fingers over my scalp. “I know. A lot can happen in twenty years. We're gonna be right next door. Got some talking to do. Like Savage said, we’ll take turns keeping an eye on you, so if you wake up, don’t freak the fuck out.”
I yawn. They’re worried I’m going to try and escape, but right now I feel safer than I have in a long time. “I won’t.”
Crank shakes his head, a strange look on his face. “Maybe you should.”
For a while I pretend to sleep, trying to hear what they’re saying in the other room, but their voices are deep and quiet, so all I hear is a soothing rumble. Listening to the relaxed, friendly way they talk makes me a little wistful. I haven’t had anything like that since I finished school. Slowly, steadily, I float off to sleep.
“She’s all ours now,” Crank says with determination.
“Yeah. We won her fair and square.” Savage's voice is low, smooth.
“So fucking beautiful,” whispers Poe, strangely close to my ear, his tone rich and seductive.
Is this a dream? I think it's a dream. Everything feels fuzzy and not quite right, but so very, very real.
I’m caught in a dual awareness. My conscious mind is trying to make sense of what’s happening, while on another level, I’m perfectly happy to spread out for them on the bed, my hands cuffed behind my head. I'm completely naked, only covered by my sheets, and so are they, with the exception of Savage wearing a cowboy hat for some reason. Three glorious male bodies on display just for me. Maybe the porn video that was playing at Neil’s has given me unrealistic expectations of size and girth, but somehow I don’t think so.
Savage is at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling the sheets down, revealing me inch by goosebumped inch. The fabric slips down to reveal my breasts, dragging over my nipples with a tingly smoothness that has them standing proud. And as Poe descends on one nipple and Crank takes the other between his lips, I completely stop caring and let my subconscious take the wheel.
Holy crap.
The sheet slips past my belly button, and it's only moments before all of me will be exposed. This is my fantasy, but I'm still nervous about them seeing all of me—Oh! My back arches as Savage’s hot breath skirts over my sex. It’s not real, I tell myself, but it sure feels it. Suddenly I understand Georgia’s weakness for the idea of having multiple men. Three mouths, three cocks, six hands…So many possibilities.
Poe nips my nipple with his sharp teeth, sending a flash of pleasure-pain through me, then explores his way from my breast, up across my collar bone and onto my throat. Crank captures my released breast with his hand and manipulates my throbbing nipple with his clever fingertips while his tongue circles the other one, sucking it gently between his teeth and then flicking over the tip. The cuffs rattle when I try to bring my hands down to run my fingers through his thick, black hair, but I'm trapped, forced to let them do whatever they want.
My internal feminist throws her hands in the air and goes to make popcorn.
Savage wraps his strong hands around my ankles and tugs my legs apart as he settles between my thighs, so close that his rough stubble tickles the sensitive skin there. He drags his tongue over my clit, his green eyes flashing as he looks up at me. Then Poe distracts me, turning my face to him and slowly lowering his lips to mine. I open to him, and his tongue slips inside just as Savage’s does down below. Crank moves up my other side, pulling me away from Poe and stealing his own kiss.
I gasp into his mouth as pleasure-sparks dance over my skin, radiating out from my worshiped pussy, up through my tingling belly and making me struggle against the handcuffs that are preventing me from touching the guys in turn.
“Are you ready?” Savage growls from low in his chest, like a wild animal barely able to hold back.
“Sssssooo ready,” I hiss.
Poe nips my earlobe. “It’s my turn next.”
Savage’s heavy weight settles between my legs, my thighs spread wide for him. I hook a foot behind his thigh and pull him closer. The hot tip of his cock brushes over my pussy lips. Nudging, demanding. I can’t tell whose hands are whose anymore, because they’re everywhere.
This isn't just sex, it's rapture. Nirvana. The total destruction of self in a sea of pleasure.
I close my eyes and hold my breath, waiting for that first delicious stretch, and the exquisite plunge that follows. Why is he teasing me? I groan and twist my hips. I’m so close, all it will take is just a tiny bit more friction.
“Paige…”
“Baby…”
HOOOOOONK!
Heart pounding and every single nerve ending on fire, my eyes shoot open and the dream dissolves. The blanket and sheets are tangled up in my legs, and my nightgown is pulled all the way up my thigh.
The room is dark, but dim sunlight sneaks in through a gap in the curtains. I have no idea what time it is. I try to sit up, forgetting that my arm is shackled to the bed. “Ow!”
“It was just a car. Go back to sleep.”
I look across to the other bed, where Poe is leaning back on the pillows with his legs stretched out on the bed. There’s an e-reader in his hand, glowing softly, and his long hair is down, spilling over his bare shoulders. He’s gorgeous, lounging there in nothing but his jeans and showing off a body honed to perfection. The tattoo I noticed earlier crawling up his neck is actually just a part of a gorgeous dragon that wraps over his shoulder and around his chest. The tip of the dragon's claw disappears into his low slung jeans, and the urge is strong to follow it all the way down.
“What are you reading?” I whisper.
If it was Crank, I would expect him to say something involving a lot of guns, explosions and sex. If it was Savage… hmm. Maybe The Art of War. But Poe? I have no idea. He hasn’t been as open as the others.
“Nothing. Sleep. It’s still a few hours before we have to get out of here.”
The answer makes me feel like an overeager puppy getting bopped in the nose with a newspaper. “Sorry.”
He sighs. “It’s nothing special. Short stories, Vonnegut.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
And I don’t know why he does it, but Poe shifts from his bed to mine, bringing a pillow with him. He settles in next to me and starts reading softly aloud. I close my eyes to the velvety sound of his voice and the weight of his body next to mine, letting the words wrap around me. My heartbeat slows and my body relaxes again. I try to focus on what he’s saying, but I slip back to sleep almost immediately.
No more spicy dreams though.
Unfortunately.