Chapter Two
Isy
I paused outside the office of the cheap motel, clutching my purse before I hastened to my room. The stench of stale cigarettes and desperation clung to the air. When I’d set out for Bryson Corners, it never occurred to me they wouldn’t have a decent motel in my price range. Since I hadn’t had a lot of time to plan my getaway, and I was trying not to use my bank card, it left me with limited funds. My heart pounded as I made my way to my room, trying to ignore the leering gazes of the men hanging around the parking lot.
“Hey, sweetheart. Where you goin’?” one of them called out, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I quickened my pace, but I wasn’t fast enough.
Two men grabbed me -- one from behind and another beside me, their rough hands digging into me painfully.
“Come on, girl. Let’s have some fun,” the second one whispered into my ear, his breath hot and repulsive. I struggled against their grip, panic rising like bile in my throat.
“Let me go. You have no idea how much trouble you’ll be in if you don’t.” I might have been bluffing, but I hoped they didn’t realize it. Although, was I really? If Uncle Lynx found out I was here, and knew these men were trying to hurt me, he’d have probably put them six feet under.
“Pretty thing like you doesn’t come to a place like this if you have anywhere else to go. I think you’re lying and no one would notice if you disappeared,” the first one said. “What do you think, Hank? I bet we can get a pretty penny for her… after we break her in.”
I was going to be sick! Their implication was enough to make me struggle even more to break free. I’d lived a somewhat sheltered life. I knew about the ugliness in the world and grew up around women who’d faced something similar if not worse. But I refused to be a victim of these two pieces of garbage.
I slammed my heel down on one of their feet. The man cursed, his hold on me tightening even more. I knew I’d have bruises. No matter how much I fought against them, I didn’t feel like I was getting anywhere. Tank had taught me how to defend myself against drunken idiots, but I had no idea what to do in this situation. Learning about it and actually applying the skills were two very different things.
“My daddy is in the Dixie Reapers MC and my boyfriend is with the local club here, the Savage Raptors. They’re going to kick your asses if you don’t let me go,” I said. It was only half a lie.
“Bullshit,” the one called Hank said. “If that were true, you wouldn’t be in this place. Now you can keep fighting, or come along like a good little girl. Personally, I like it when they have a bit of spirit.”
I shivered in revulsion. I kicked backward with all my might, hitting Hank in the shin. He cursed and spun me around to face him. My heart stalled, then took off at a gallop when he drew his hand back and slapped me across the face. My cheek felt like it was on fire and pain throbbed all the way down to my jaw and up into my temple.
My vision swam and I knew things were about to get far worse. I didn’t have a prayer of getting away from these men on my own. Using what little strength I had left, I tried calling out for help again as they dragged me toward a room.
When I heard the pipes of a bike heading in our direction, I knew I couldn’t give up yet. There was a chance whoever was riding the Harley would be part of the Savage Raptors. And I could from the rumble it was definitely a Harley Davidson.
“I bet that’s my boyfriend now,” I said. I watched the road, waiting to see the motorcycle come into view. The second I saw the leather cut over his shoulders, I screamed as loud and long as I could. Anything to get his attention. This was it… my final chance to escape, and I wasn’t going to let it pass me by.
“Get off me!” I shouted. I heard the bike throttle down and begin to slow. From the corner of my eye, I saw it pull into the motel parking lot and relief flooded me. Even from a distance I’d been able to tell it wasn’t my Uncle Lynx. If it had been, not only would my would-be rapists be toast, so would I.
* * *
Rebel
I heard a scream and glanced over at the motel. Two men were trying to drag a woman into a room, and I could tell she didn’t want to go with them.
“Get off me!” She continued to struggle, and I knew I couldn’t ignore what was happening. I slowed my bike and eased into the parking lot, rolling right up in front of them. I shut off the engine and put the kickstand down before getting off the bike.
When I saw her, something primal stirred inside me. A certainty filled me that whatever happened next was going to change my life forever.
“Let her go,” I snarled as I approached. Neither man moved. “I said to get your fucking hands off her!”
“Fuck off, man! She owes us,” one of the men spat back, his grip on the woman’s arm tightening. I saw tears form in her eyes.
“Please, Rebel,” she said, her voice breaking. “Don’t let them take me.”
Fuck. I knew my name was on my cut, but the fact she knew to call me that meant she’d been around bikers before. Not everyone understood the different patches, including the ones with our road names. But this woman did.
“Please help me,” she begged. She managed to tear herself free from the distracted men and threw herself into my arms. “I won’t run away again. I’m sorry I got mad. You forgive me, right?”
Shit. She was damn good at acting. And she’d clearly known coming to me was the better option right now. Only one problem. Several people in the area heard her imply she was mine. If this shit got back to Atilla, I’d have some explaining to do.
I looked down into her upturned face and in that moment, I knew I was fucked… Her lower lip trembled slightly, her eyelashes had tears clinging to them, and her soft curves were pressed against me in the most enticing way. The bruise forming on her cheek was enough to make me see red.
“Didn’t know she was yours, man,” the other assailant mumbled, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Thought the bitch was lying when she said her daddy and boyfriend were both bikers.”
What the hell? Was she really a biker’s daughter? That would explain a lot, but I knew she didn’t belong to anyone in my club. Since I’d found her at a motel, I wondered if she was just passing through or moving to the area.
“Damn right she’s mine,” I said, before I could think better of it. “Now get the fuck out of here before I tear you apart.”
The two men exchanged nervous glances before backing away, disappearing into their room and slamming the door shut. The woman clutched at me, her body starting to tremble.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You saved me. They were going to rape me, then prostitute me.”
“Let’s get you out of here,” I said hearing the gruff tone to my voice. I held her against me, feeling possessive for some strange reason. I led her over to my bike and the moment I settled on the seat, she swung her leg over and wrapped herself around me. It was clear this wasn’t her first ride.
I had a feeling taking her with me right now was going to bring a storm to my doorstep. If she really did belong to a biker, then I was fucked. But she could have been bluffing… Maybe she’d made it up when she heard my bike getting close to the motel. Either way, I couldn’t leave her here. It wasn’t safe.
“I’m taking you to my place and we’re going to have a talk. I’ll send someone over for your belongings.”
She pointed to a late nineties truck. “That’s mine. I’ll need it brought to the compound too.”
Compound. Knowing the patch that said Rebel was my road name. Fucking hell. I’d bitten off more than I could chew with this one. She knew too much for everything she’d said to be a lie. Now I just had to figure out who she was and where she’d come from.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t just leave her here, not after what those bastards had tried to do to her. But bringing her back to the compound? That was a whole other level of risk. With all signs pointing toward her being the daughter of someone in another club, this could seriously come back to bite me on the ass.
“Please,” she murmured. “I can’t stay here. I feel safe with you.”
Fuck it. I’d deal with whatever fallout landed at my feet. I couldn’t ignore her plea for help, and if I did, then every brother in my club would kick my ass. That was one rule we all followed when it came to women and children. Well, not necessarily the vipers who came to the clubhouse hoping to land themselves a biker. This one didn’t seem to fall into that category. The look in her eyes had been too innocent, too sweet. She still had a pure soul, which meant someone had sheltered her.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here.” All I could do was pray I’d made the right call. This decision could cost me everything, but there was something about the woman that made it impossible to walk away. Some connection that defied all reason.
“Will they let me in?” she questioned, her grip tightening around my waist. “At your compound I mean.”
“Guess we’ll find out.” I sped up, the wind whipping around us as we made our way toward the place I’d called home for a long ass time.
She rested her head against my back, and it felt a little too much like she belonged there. Why did I get the feeling once this one came to my house, she was never going to leave it?
But wasn’t that what I’d been wanting for a while now? A woman to call my own? Maybe it was fate that I’d driven by the motel at the exact moment she’d needed me. I didn’t believe in coincidences.
Fall in Oklahoma was typically still on the warmer side. Today there was a bite to the air thanks to a cold front that swept through overnight.
The air stung my face, bringing with it a dose of clarity. I wouldn’t go all caveman on her and demand she be mine. I knew some brothers who’d done that. Not in my club, but friends at the Devil’s Fury just to name one. Didn’t mean I couldn’t convince her.
“Are you cold?” I asked.
“Only a little,” she replied, her breath warm on my neck. “I can handle it.”
“Good,” I muttered. The compound was just ahead, and I pulled through the gate, not even pausing. I went straight to my house and pulled the bike up under the carport. It wouldn’t take long for the Prospect to run his damn mouth and tell everyone I’d brought a woman home.
She got off the bike, and I noticed her legs were steady. It solidified my theory she’d been on a bike before. The more clues I picked up, the more certain I became that she’d been born into a club. But which one? I hoped like hell it wasn’t one we considered an enemy. Although, I didn’t think any of our allies would like me claiming their daughter either.
I got off and shoved my keys into my pocket. The house was unlocked, and I took her hand, leading her inside.
“Tell me something about yourself,” she said, her tone surprisingly calm given our circumstances.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Anything,” she said. “Something real, something that matters to you.”
“All right,” I agreed, considering my options. “My mom died when I was fifteen. She left behind a hell of a mess. I had to grow up fast, take care of my little sister. That’s why I’m here -- with the club, I mean. They’re my family now.”
“Your sister? Is she… does she know who you are? What you do?”
“She did,” I replied tersely. “She got caught in the middle of a turf war at her school. Stray bullet went through her lung and another through her heart. She was dead before they could even call to tell me what happened.”
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, sensing my reluctance to continue. “I don’t want to cause trouble for you and your club. Maybe it would be better if I just disappeared…”
“Shut up,” I snapped, my protectiveness flaring. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you now, and I won’t let anything happen to you.” I had to bite back the words I’m never letting you go. That was a surefire way to send her running.
“Promise?”
I saw a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, along with something else. An emotion I refused to define, because if I did, then… No, I didn’t even want to think about it. “Promise.”
She moved in closer, placing a hand in the middle of my chest. “You know, there’s one way you could protect me from everyone, even your club.”
Fuck my life. “You trying to get me to claim you?”
She shrugged her shoulder. “Maybe.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Call me Isy,” she said.
Right. Call her that, but it didn’t mean it was actually her name. I felt like I was playing with fire right now.
“You seem a little too comfortable about all this. Which means either the entire thing was staged and you’re here for nefarious purposes, or…” I eyed her up and down. “Who do you belong to, Isy?”
She pressed her lips together and looked away. God fucking damnit! Should have known she’d be trouble with a capital T.
* * *
Isy
I didn’t want to tell him where I’d come from, or how I knew so much about this way of life. The moment he found out I was Bull’s daughter, he’d call my Uncle Lynx and I’d be shipped back home. I refused to give up my freedom. If that meant submitting to Rebel and being his old lady, then so be it. Just because I didn’t want to live under my father’s roof anymore didn’t mean I wanted to give up everything I knew.
“Make me yours,” I said. “You’re right. I do know a lot about this way of life, but I’m not ready to share my past yet. I’m not here to hurt you in any way.”
“You understand what you’re asking, then?”
I nodded. “I do. And I want this more than anything.”
How could I not? The man was sexy as hell. I could tell he was older than me, but probably not by a lot. Instead of a full beard, he had scruff along his jaw. Even under his long-sleeve tee, I could tell he was muscular and strong. When his arms had been around me, even briefly, I’d felt so secure.
Hesitantly, I went up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. I hadn’t kissed anyone before and had no idea if I was doing it right. Rebel only held out for a second before he cradled me close, and his tongue flicked across my lips. I parted them and he devoured me. My toes curled inside my boots, and I couldn’t help but lean into him.
My nipples hardened and I felt an ache building inside me. I whimpered softly against his lips and Rebel growled, gripping my hips and lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me out of the kitchen.
“There’s no going back,” he said, tossing me onto the bed. “You understand? Speak now or you’re mine from this moment on.”
I held my hands out to him, silently begging for him to keep going. He eased his cut off his shoulders and placed it on his dresser. I watched with rapt attention as he toed off his boots and stripped off his clothes. Squeezing my legs together, I squirmed in anticipation.
“Better get undressed, Isy. If I do it for you, those clothes are going to be torn to shreds.”
I took off my boots and slowly removed my clothes. Heat settled into my cheeks, and I knew my face had to be red. No one had seen me naked before. Well, except my doctor, but he didn’t count. For one, he was gay. And second of all, he’d known me all my life.
Rebel covered my body with his the moment the last piece of clothing hit the floor. His mouth ravaged mine as one of his large hands cupped my breast and teased my nipple. My hips bucked against him, and I could feel how wet I was getting. I’d never realized it would feel this amazing. If I had, I may have been tempted to try it sooner.
“Can’t go slow this time,” he murmured. “Been too fucking long.”
My heart fluttered at his words. Knowing he wanted me that desperately thrilled me. I felt his cock push against my pussy, and I spread my legs farther, then braced myself. I’d heard it could hurt the first time, even though the doctor had said it was different for everyone. I’d asked when I’d started reading romance novels that had sex in them.
“I want you,” I said. “Make me yours.”
He groaned and thrust forward, burying himself inside me. I gasped at the burn I felt from him stretching me, and the sudden intrusion into my body. I’d never even gotten myself off or played with toys. It felt odd, but as he moved, he would grind against me, sending sparks of pleasure from my clit all the way through my body.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “More. I need more.”
Rebel reached between us and worked my clit with his fingers. It didn’t take much to make me come. The second I squeezed his cock, he seemed to lose control. Rebel took me harder and faster, his intense gaze locked onto mine. The passion burning in his eyes made me feel hot all over.
I gripped his arms, holding on as he took what he wanted. My body shook and I felt a soreness between my legs. Despite the discomfort, I also felt another orgasm building. He shifted his hips, thrusting into me at a different angle and I nearly saw stars. I came so hard, I couldn’t breathe.
He came inside me, the heat of his release filling me up. He gave a soft growl before kissing me again. I felt his cock jerk, still filling me up, and clung to him. Now that the moment was ending, everything felt surreal. Had I really just done that? And with someone I’d never met before?
“You’re mine now, Isy,” he said between kisses. “No one will ever take you from me, so whatever you’re afraid of, you can tell me. I’ll protect you.”
Oh, hell. Was it time to tell him who I really was? I had a feeling this wouldn’t go over well. My lips parted, but before I could utter a single word, someone started pounding on Rebel’s front door.
He let out a soft curse. “Put on one of my T-shirts and wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He rolled out bed and pulled on his jeans before stomping his way off to yell at whoever had disturbed us. Lifting a hand, I touched my fingers to my lips. They felt swollen, but in a good way. I couldn’t help but smile. It might not have gone quite the way I’d imagined, but I was no longer a virgin, and had a biker of my very own. Even better, I was no longer under the watchful gaze of my father.
My mission had been a complete success!