6. Zane
CHAPTER 6
Zane
I step into the light-filled clearing, or at least it’s clear in comparison to the woods. I had my flashlight off so as not to alert the Preachers.
The crash and crack of twigs breaking meets my ears. Someone is stumbling around in the dark, a few feet away.
A curse cuts through the night air, and I recognize Vani’s voice. She’s not with the Preachers any longer. Where the fuck is Saint?
Lex is to my right, and he runs past me to the tower.
“You fucking sick bastards,” he exclaims as he crashes through the door.
What the hell have they done with Saint? I want to help him, but the twins can take care of themselves. Vani will get herself lost again if she’s not careful.
I walk in her direction. She’s making so much damn noise that if there were predators, she’d be literal mincemeat by now. She curses again and suddenly comes into view.
She turns back to look at the tower, confusion clear on her face. She’s biting her damn lip.
“Shit, shit, shit. I can’t leave him there. Fuck.”
She puts her head down and begins to walk toward the lit-up building.
I step to the right, silent, careful, until I’m directly in front of her.
A twig snaps under her foot. She glances down without pausing and walks right into me.
A scream tears out of her mouth, but as she looks up and sees me, she sags in relief. “Oh, thank God. They have Saint. I was going back for him. We can help him.”
I don’t bother signing. She won’t understand. I simply pick her up, hoisting her over my shoulder. She yells in outrage and pummels at my back with her fists.
“Put me down. I mean it, Zane. Goddamn it, you three. You damn Vipers. Screw you. Put me down, you bastard. Pissing shit. Put me down. Fuck you.”
I start to silently laugh. I can tell this girl grew up around hard men.
I swat her on the ass to shut her up, but it only makes her scream louder.
God, she feels so good in my arms. Sometimes, I wish I could take her and have her all to myself. In a quiet world, without all the noise of this one. I think she would see me then, for who I really am. What if I stole her from them all? But no, I can’t do that. Lex and Saint are like my blood.
“Zane, we have to help them,” she pleads, clearly trying a different tack.
I ignore her because I’m not putting her back in harm’s way, and Lex and Saint will absolutely support this call.
“Oh, you’re so stubborn.”
She hits me on the shoulders and back again. Her small fists hammer down on me, but it’s easy to ignore and keep walking. She adds kicking into the mix, and nope, not having that. I bring one big hand down on her ass—hard this time—and she stills.
Good girl, I think. I can’t say it, but I pat her ass soothingly and hope that shows my appreciation for her not kicking me.
“Fucking goddamn men ! You can all go to hell. And that includes you, Zane.”
She’s so pissed at me, but just hearing her bitching is a joy because when I saw that bike, I thought she was dead.
I walk quickly and quietly through the woods to where I left my SUV. Once we’re there, she’s safe. I have my Glock in the glove compartment. In hindsight, I should have brought it with me.
She wriggles against me, and I turn my head so I can bury my nose in her throat and inhale her scent. God, it goes straight to my cock.
I thought we’d lost her, and now all I want is to reclaim her. I need to sink into her. To make her mine again. And when Lex and Saint finally catch up with us, they’ll feel the same.
I don’t want to think about her possible reasons for being here, that she might have been planted by Jarl Olsen to get his revenge on us…or maybe something else we haven’t even thought of. I don’t want to be angry with her for believing those lies and running. All I want is to be inside her and not have to think about any of it.
We reach the vehicle, and I put her down, making sure she can’t run by holding her against the car door, one hand on her sternum. Her chest is heaving as if she’s been running, and I realize it’s emotion. I hold a finger up, telling her, wait .
“I’m angry at all you men,” she throws at me. “At the bikers in my father’s club who treat women like disposable toys. At my father for the overbearing way he’s always treated me. Finally, at you Vipers, all of you.”
I shake my head, as though I’m disappointed at her, and then I take out my phone and type quickly. Twins will be back. We have to wait. Don’t run off. Some bad people roam these woods .
“I met some of them,” she says.
I shake my head and write again. Worse than them. Murderers, rapists. There’s no law here. Anything could happen .
She shivers. “We ought to go back and help Saint and Lex. Those guys they’re dealing with are crazy.”
Where the hell did you think you were running off to? I push the phone at her to read.
“I just wanted a ride.” Her face crumples. “I can take my bike for an outing without it being a national emergency.” She sniffs, and her eyes swim.
Shit. I don’t want to see her cry.
I mean the second time , I write. When you left Saint. Where did you think you were going ?
Her face colors, her cheeks turning pink in the glow from my screen. “I don’t know. It was bad leaving Saint, but I lost it. They were all being total dicks, and I wanted to get away, just … I went back for him. That’s why I bumped into you. I was only gone a couple of minutes, and I realized I couldn’t leave him there alone with them.”
Did she think she could save him? Saint will lose his shit if she says that to him. The man has more ego than a rockstar, and he’s a damn Marseille gangster. He’s not going to take kindly to Vani thinking she had to go back and rescue him.
I can’t help but smile at the thought. She’s so damn cute, even if she is really careless of her safety at times. I need to taste her. She’s still standing against the car, and she stares at me, biting her bottom lip. The last bit of restraint I have unravels at that gesture, and I cup her cheeks in my palms.
She freezes.
“Get off me, Zane,” she protests, but there’s no power in her voice.
I don’t hesitate. I bend down and take her mouth in a fevered kiss. She tenses, and her hands come up to push against my chest, but she moans as I lick at her lips.
Then her hands curl, and she’s fisting my shirt instead of pushing me away. She might say she hates us, but she doesn’t, not really. The same way we don’t hate her, despite what we tell ourselves.
We’ve started something dark and dangerous, and it’s not going to go easily back in its bottle now we’ve let it out.
She parts her lips, and I take advantage, pushing my way into her mouth. A shudder wracks me at the perfection of her taste, the ecstasy of her warmth and softness in my arms. The rightness of her scent that still lingers beneath all the ointments and oils and herbs the damned Preachers must have used on her. I twist my hands in her hair and pull tight, angling her head the way I want it.
She’s making little noises, like a cat purring for me. I push my thigh between her legs and grab her ass as I pull her against me, jamming her pussy against the hard muscles of my thigh.
I rub my leg against her core, trapping her between me and the car. Anyone could see us, if there were anybody about, but the road is straight here, and I’d spot headlights way before they saw us. Using my hold on her ass, I yank her harder against my thigh. I bite her lower lip, and suck the plump softness into my mouth, soothing it.
She gets the memo and writhes against me, her pussy rubbing against my hard thigh as she takes what she needs. Her breathing grows short and raspy, and sexy little whimpers escape her.
I break off from kissing her mouth to bite at her throat.
“I fucking hate you, Zane,” she pants.
I pull my mouth from her and sign, Me too .
She won’t understand, and I mean I hate me, as well, not her. I’m fucking livid at her, and I want to turn her juicy ass red. But I don’t hate her. I’m not sure I could ever hate her.
“Oh, shit,” she moans. “Oh, Zane.”
I clasp her face in both of my hands and hold it so her gaze is trapped in mine. I want to see every moment of this.
She shakes her head as if trying to free herself, but I pin her still and nod. I rub her pussy with my leg, determined to watch her. For the briefest of seconds, she resists, but then she grinds against me, her beautiful lips parting as she sucks in desperate gasps. I want to inhale every breath she releases, living only on the oxygen she spares me. My cock is rock hard and looks like I’ve stuffed something down my jeans, but I know it’s all real. I’m tempted to shift her over from my thigh to my dick, but I know if I do, I won’t be able to watch her come the way I want. I’ll be too distracted by chasing my own orgasm to memorize every hot little moment.
I wish I could murmur praise in her ear like Lex does or tell her how I want her to be my little slut, like Saint. When the three of us are together, they become my voices, but here, just her and me, we have to make out in near silence.
Does she find it strange that I can’t tell her how turned on she makes me? Or when I climax, it’s with a silent gasp?
Her hips buck and grind, our movements getting faster. Her big tits bounce, so white and creamy against her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. I duck my head further to bite the top of one, leaving an imprint of teeth marks. She gasps and groans in response.
Fuck, I’m so close. I’m sure I’ll have left a damp spot on the inside of my jeans—I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m so tempted to turn her around and fuck her hard, but I’m still focused on her beautiful face and the myriad of emotions traveling across it.
She sucks in a short breath, holds it, releases it, and then does the same again, on the exhale of her third breath, she cries out and buckles over. Her body shudders, and she lets out a sob.
Coming against my leg, out in the open, like a bitch in heat, she’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
When it subsides, she falls against the car. Desperately needing to taste her, I push my fingers into her jeans and inside her panties. I part her folds and swipe some of her wetness onto my hand. Pulling it free, I bring my fingers to my mouth, and, holding her gaze, I lick her from me. God, I need to fuck her, but I don’t know how much time we’ll have.
Besides, I’d need to prepare her to take my size.
Instead, I push her to her knees in the dirt.
“Zane…” she starts.
I don’t give her time to finish. I unzip myself and haul out my huge erection. The tip is dark red and shiny in the moonlight, the length ridged with veins. I stroke myself a couple of times and then press myself to her lips.
She gazes up at me, her eyes wide and wet, and then parts her lips.
I slide across her tongue, watching myself vanish inside her mouth. Her tongue is soft and hot, her cheeks pillowy and wet. I spear my hands into her hair and knot them tight. Then I use my grip on her to control her movements. She hums in the back of her throat, the vibrations traveling up my cock and through my piercings. My balls draw up into my body, and I know I’m not going to last long. I take her mouth ruthlessly, fucking into the back of her throat. Her dark eyes spill with tears, and all earlier thoughts about not wanting to see her cry flee my mind. She’s perfect like this, on her knees, her lips stretched around my cock, tears trickling down her cheeks.
Pleasure has me squeezing my eyes shut so they’re practically rolling in my head. My stomach and thighs and ass are taut with anticipation. Faster and harder. Yes, fuck, yes.
A rush of heat floods through me, and my climax breaks. Hot streams of cum shoot up through my dick and hit the back of her throat. She takes me beautifully, barely needing to swallow. I jerk, and my cock twitches, releasing another spurt of cum.
I let out a silent groan and relax my hold on her hair. My cock softens in her mouth, and I draw my hips back, the cold night air kissing my wet skin.
It occurs to me that I should have been gentler with her. She’s just been in a bike accident and has been hurt, and, instead of taking care of her, I made her come and fucked her mouth.
She must think I’m a monster.
Maybe I am.
I want to tell her I’m sorry, but she’s already shutting down. Besides, somehow, writing down that I’m sorry feels far more real and heavy than saying it.
I help her up from her knees and try to dust off the dried leaves and dirt from her jeans, but she yanks away from me.
“I hate you,” she says softly. “That will never happen again. Never. With any of you.”
I cock my head and mouth, why ?
“Because of what you did. To Reagan.”
Lex has already told us she thinks this, but hearing it from her lips shocks me. That she can believe it of us. Why does she hate us for it? I frown, more confused than ever. Who is this girl to her? Someone important? And she thinks we killed her.
I mean, we’re fucked up and vicious, but even we wouldn’t drive a girl to suicide.
Would we?
I slam my hand against the car, and she squeaks and jumps.
No , I mouth. No .
She’s about to say something when I hear heavy footsteps behind us and turn.
Saint is barreling down on us, and he’s pissed.