Chapter 8
German
That fuckwad in the Ferrari had nearly killed all of us with his little stunt! Not able to cross to the other lane because of the trail of cars, I had to employ patience until there was an opening to turn around on this surprisingly busy, winding road. The whole time I drove, my muscles were clamped tight and every nerve in my body was on edge thinking about what Richie Rich was up to with Maddy.
After turning around and finding the road the prick had escaped onto, I had to pull over and check my phone to see where they were headed. Thankfully, because of Pipe’s foresight, I had a convenient tracking device on Maddy’s phone. To both my elation and fear, I realized his car had stopped at the top of something called ‘Anderson Peak’.
Memorizing the directions there, I drove like an insane man to the top of one of the highest points in Marietta. Once there, I spotted the dick’s car, but no Maddy. Where the fuck were they?
A terrified scream pierced the night and the blood in my veins cooled to shards of ice. Maddy! She needed me. Though I was strapped with my gun, I didn’t take it out. My knife was better for hand-to-hand combat. Especially when I wanted to keep whatever I was doing quiet.
Another scream tore at my soul. I swear, the sound was more painful than anything I’d ever experienced in my life! I would have taken being shot any day over hearing Maddy’s fear and pain.
Trailing the guttural noise into the woods, I crept carefully, but quickly, toward the familiar sounds of a struggle. As soon as I came over the lip of the hill, I saw it. Maddy’s date had her pinned against a tree and he was screaming some filth about being owed a blowjob.
Holstering my knife, I decided to hold off on cutting the man to ribbons. I wasn’t letting him off that easily. No way. He was going to pay. But I needed to lay my hands on the bastard before letting him taste my blade. To fully get my point across in a way he’d never forget.
“Fuck!” Nathan growled, stepping back to attend to his bleeding hand. “Did you just fucking bite me?”
The moment Maddy saw me, I saw her relax. She knew she was safe. My arms wrapped around Nathan’s throat as I’d been trained to do in the Marines. A classic chokehold that rendered your enemy helpless. Panicked, the coward’s hands shot out and began to fruitlessly bat at his invisible attacker.
I let him panic, tire himself out, before I threw him up against the same tree he’d pinned Maddy against.
“What the fuck! Who are you?” he shouted like a little bitch. When I spun him around and he saw the rage burning behind my eyes, the miscreant tried another tack. “This isn’t what it looks like, man. She’s my girlfriend,” he pathetically explained, like that made any fucking difference in what he was about to do. “We were just having a little fun is all. It’s all a game. Right, Maddy?”
Maddy didn’t respond and neither did I. Richie Rich didn’t deserve a conversation. Just pain. My fist smashed into his gut and the man doubled over. I didn’t even let him recover before punching him again in the same spot.
Puking up what looked like a sewer’s worth of green goo, I stepped to the side so none of it would get on my boots. What the fuck did this man have for dinner? A goddamn river’s worth of green smoothies? As soon as he was done pouring that rancid mess onto the forest floor, I lined his head up against the tree and started hammering him in the face with my fist.
The sniveling coward begged me to stop, but I wasn’t even close to done. At one point, he even petitioned Maddy for help. Glancing at the woman who was standing and watching without protest, I grunted my disgust.
“You have the fucking nerve to beg this woman to help you!” I shouted, an inch from his stupid face. “And why should she help you when you were about to do so much worse to her, asshole?”
“It wasn’t like that,” he lied. Not through his teeth, as both his front ones were missing at this point, but through his swollen lips. “We were just having a little fun. Right, Maddy? Right?”
Maddy’s arms wrapped protectively around her chest and she started to shiver despite the warmth of the night air. Slowly, she shook her head in the negative.
“It doesn’t look like she has the same idea of fun that you do, pal. Lucky for you, I’ve got a game that’s just up your alley.” Brandishing my knife, I let him see all six inches of the gleaming steel in the moon’s light before I said, “Get naked!”
“Wh…what?” he stammered, horrified at the suggestion.
“You heard me, bitch,” I returned. “Take your clothes off. Everything. Now.”
Finding a bit of backbone in that moment, Nathan shook his head. “No way, man. I’m not doing that. It’s fucking weird.”
Glancing over at Maddy, I noticed she was still watching. There was no censure in her gaze. Only hurt and anger for the man she’d trusted who’d betrayed her. I should be embarrassed by this, but I instantly got hard. My girl might be scared, but she wanted to see this piece of human garbage get his. And I wanted to give her that and so much more. Well, shit, let her witness it then. See what kind of man I was. Let her know what I did to trash who didn’t know how to keep their dick in their pants. To anyone who was dumb enough to put their hands on her.
“You’ve got one more chance to do what I say, asshole, then I’m holding you down and cutting them off. And whatever gets in the way of your clothes gets cut, too. Understood?”
Eyes bulging with terror, Nathan began to fumble with the top buttons on his dress shirt. When he was down to his boxers, he hesitated.
“I said naked, dick face,” I shouted, watching him dispassionately.
Digging his thumbs into the waistband of his high-priced boxers, he inched them down his legs as he began to cry.
While I appreciated Maddy hadn’t tried to stop me yet, and she didn’t beg for mercy on his behalf, I didn’t want her to see this next part. Not because she didn’t deserve to. Christ, if anyone deserved to see this, she did. I just didn’t want her to have nightmares later on or feel guilty about it after the reality of my depravity sunk in.
“Maddy, go back to my bike,” I calmly instructed.
Taking a deep breath, Maddy did exactly what I told her to and headed off in the opposite direction. She might be stubborn, but she knew when to take direction. My dick gave a little jump of excitement at that.
As she walked away, Nathan begged her not to go.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, and the boy fell silent. “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head.”
Quaking, the boy reluctantly complied, letting his unstable legs collapse beneath him until he was resting in the dirt on his knees.
“I’m going to give you two options tonight,” I began, feeling quite charitable. “That’s two more than you were going to give Maddy before raping her.”
“I wasn’t, I swear!” he foolishly argued, thinking anything he could say at this point would sway me.
Reaching into my waistband, I extracted my gun. The sight alone caused the peckerhead to piss himself with fear. I let the full weight of my threat settle over him so he could understand how serious this situation was. That should put an end to any last-minute protests I wasn’t inclined to hear.
“One,” I said, pointing my gun in the direction of his thick skull, “I blow your brains out and let my Club find somewhere to bury your worthless body that even your rich daddy can’t find.”
“Please, no!” Nathan blubbered and moaned. “What’s the second option? I want to hear the second option!”
I was glad he asked. Because I was really looking forward to this second option, though I’m not sure how much better he would think it was after I was through with him.
“Two,” I said, after soaking in his terror for a full minute, “I give you what some might call an ‘involuntary prison tat’.”
Nathan’s mind whirred for a moment as he processed his options. “A tattoo? What of?”
I smiled coldly, holding up my knife. “You’ll see when I’m done.” Wadding up one of the boy’s socks, I tossed it into the puddle of piss at his knees and ordered, “Put this in your mouth, kid. You’re going to need it.”
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Maddy
I waited by German’s bike as he’d instructed. The quiet of the night enshrouded me as time seemed to stretch endlessly on. I’m not sure how long I stood there, but eventually, German came out of the woods carrying Nathan’s clothes bundled under his arm.
Hucking them over the side of the cliff, I watched them disappear into the void below. Next, he tossed over what I presumed was my date’s phone and key fob.
Striding over to me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and began scanning my body for wounds. After he was satisfied there wasn’t anything that needed immediate tending, he said, “Did he hurt you?”
Shaking my head, my eyes filled with angry tears which I quickly blinked away. “No. He tried, but I would have fought him to the death first!”
German’s hands reflexively tightened at my impassioned statement. “Damn straight, you would have. But you’re never going to have to do that, Babe. I taught that waste of skin a lesson he won’t ever forget.”
I desperately wanted to know what he’d done to Nathan, but I knew German wouldn’t tell me tonight. “Thank you,” I whispered, the adrenaline crash happening in an instant, causing me to sag on my feet.
“Come on. I’m taking you home. You need to get out of these torn clothes and into a shower. You’ve got blood all over your arms and legs.”
Glancing down, I saw the dried trails of the brownish-red stuff smeared along my pale skin and shivered.
Reaching for his helmet, German placed it on my head and tenderly fit the strap to my chin. Next, he pulled off his leather jacket and fed my arms through the oversized sleeves.
“What about you?” I asked, nervous only one of us would be protected on our ride home.
Grinning, German pulled me toward his bike. “I’ve got a hard head, Babe. I’ll be fine.” Straddling his bike, he told me, “Climb on.”
His eyes dipped to the short dress I was wearing. It would doubtlessly end up around my waist and expose my ass as soon as we were on the road, but there was nothing that could be done about it now.
Negotiating closer to the big bike that German had so easily scaled, I tried to configure the best way to climb aboard that wouldn’t make me appear like the ultimate klutz. This close, I could see how beautiful the pristine Harley was. German obviously had pride in the impressive machine, and I couldn’t help to think it was every inch as sexy and powerful as the man himself.
I spread my thighs wide to straddle the bike. As I sat down, my apex came into contact with the cool leather. Though I should be embarrassed, I couldn’t help how good that felt. How turned on I was by my biker bodyguard despite everything that had happened tonight. Surely there was something wrong with me. I must be sick in the head for feeling this sort of way.
Kickstarting the metal beast into life, German tossed over his shoulder, “Hold on tight, Baby Girl. I’m taking you home.”
Those words filled my heart with joy. Not just that I was going home, but that German was the one taking me there.
The bike sliced and slashed through the night like a well-sharpened blade does to anything foolish enough to get into its path. The motor hummed beneath me, tickling my most sensitive places. In an attempt to alleviate the tingle it left behind, my legs cinched even more firmly around German’s thighs. I was so stimulated, I think if I’d reached down and even rubbed my clit once, I’d have exploded into a million pieces with the world’s most powerful orgasm.
The ride was over all too soon. When we reached Coldwell Manor, both German and I dismounted the bike. Unlike him, I found myself unsteady on my feet. I think the constant buzzing and whirring of the engine had numbed some of my nerves and it took a second to get my land legs underneath me once again.
“It takes some getting used to,” German informed me, his hands going around my waist for stability.
The warmth of his fingers so close to my skin sent a different set of tingles throughout my core. This time, it was fluttering like the tiny flapping wings of a thousand butterflies. Each one causing a chain reaction to spread in waves until it was pulsing to all four corners of my body.
Our eyes met and we stared at each other without speaking for several moments. Just as I was swaying forward, German pulled away and cleared his throat. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” he said, letting his hands drop from around my waist.
Feeling a deep sense of rejection, I stumbled back a step before I could follow him. Now, on top of being furious over what Nathan had tried to pull tonight, I was humiliated about what had happened once we’d gotten home.
My face flushed with disgust over the stupid mistake I’d just made. Why in the world had I done that? German wasn’t into me. He’d only been doing what he’d been paid to do when Nathan had taken me up to Anderson Peak. Protect me. Nothing more. I’d misread the signs and now I’d never be able to look the handsome man in the eye again.
As soon as I was through the front door, I bolted upstairs to my room. I needed to strip out of these filthy clothes and take a shower. Until I’d done that, I’d never have a shot of feeling normal again.
Stripping down to my bare skin, I flicked on the water and cranked up the heat. This shower needed to be burning hot tonight. A cold one just wouldn’t do after what I’d been through.
Winding my hair into a bun at the top of my head, I stepped inside the steamy spray and let it cleanse away my trauma. At least the part I could get to without an intense therapy session. Scrubbing my face and body clean of my makeup, dirt, and blood, I felt raw by the time I was done. Stepping out onto the bath mat, I used a fresh towel from the linen cabinet to dry myself off. Wanting to soothe my irritated skin, I slathered on my favorite strawberry-scented lotion and it cooled the burn some.
My short, black robe was hanging on the back of the door, freshly laundered. Silently thanking Gretchen for leaving it here for me, I fed my arms through the silky material and stepped out of the bathroom.
Just as I was letting my hair down out of the tight bun, there was a knock at my door. Pausing, I looked at the wood like it had the ability to come to life and bite me if I wasn’t careful.
Deciding to be an adult about this, I told the person I knew was behind it to, “Come in,” before I made an even bigger fool of myself than I already had.
German stepped over the threshold with feline grace. Those intense brown eyes of his landed on me then, making me instantly feel warm and sluggish with desire.
“I don’t want to bother you,” he said. Coming closer, his gaze never wavering from mine. “I just wanted to check on you one last time before you go to bed.”
“I’m fine,” I said, feeling like a weak, helpless child who needed to be soothed and tucked in after a trying day at school.
German searched my face. “Let me see your arms. There were some cuts on them that might need to be seen by a doctor.”
My brow scrunched up at the thought of having to explain these cuts to anyone else. “They’re fine. I’ll put a little Neosporin on them before I go to bed and I’m sure they’ll heal in no time.”
Not satisfied with my answer, German ignored my words and began checking me over for himself. His hands gently took my arm as he forced up the short sleeve of my robe to inspect all of me.
This close to him, I felt like my senses were short-circuiting. The smell of leather and his cologne married into the most enticing bouquet of scents I’d ever been treated to. Not to mention what his nearness did to me. His presence had a drugging effect on both my mind and body that was preternatural.
Averting my gaze so he couldn’t see how turned on I was, I let his fingers skim up and down my arms, trying not to moan and beg for more of his touch. But, despite my very best efforts, there were other signs that what he was doing left me ravenous for more. My nipples hardened, my pussy grew damp, and my skin pebbled with anticipation.
“Go get the Neosporin,” German’s deep voice demanded then, breaking my trance. “I’m going to put it on you now.”
The heat in his gaze told me my biker bodyguard wasn’t unaffected by my presence either, which irritated me all the more. The stubborn part of me that surely came from my father, rose up in my chest.
“It’s not necessary. I’ll do it later,” I petulantly replied.
German’s determined gaze sharpened. “Do it now. Later might be too late and may lead to an infection.”
“They’re just scratches,” I said dismissively, wanting to challenge him like a child might their more dominant parent.
“Don’t be a brat and go get the ointment,” he scolded, his eyes flashing brown fire over my ridiculous defiance.
My voice rose an octave then, showcasing how angry I was. “Why do you care?”
But what I really wanted to say was, “Why don’t you care?” Because, at that moment, I realized just how much I did. I wanted this man. Wanted him deep down to the very marrow of my bones. And the fact that he’d turned me away tonight when I needed him so badly left me even more bruised and raw than the physical cuts and scratches along my arms and legs ever could.
“I’m here to take care of you, Maddy,” German reminded me then.
“Oh yeah?” I raged, taking one step closer, bringing our bodies nearly into contact. “Then do it!”
German looked confused. An expression that was foreign to him, as he was nearly always the most clever person in the room. “What does that mean?”
Tilting back my head, I stared boldly into his face. “It means don’t be obtuse. Give me what I need!”
His nostrils flared as he figured out what I was saying. “Maddy, don’t push me.”
“Why not?” My eyes pinned his with direct intent.
His breathing quickened and his pupils dilated with want. He was feeling it too. I knew he was. “Because you’ll regret it in the morning.”
But that’s just it. I wouldn’t. Did that mean he would? My anger only soared at his arrogant assumption. “Speak for yourself!”
Breathing deeply, I could see him slowly mastering his emotions and shuddering them away from me. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”
Pushed beyond my limit now, I slammed my palms into his chest. “You asked me what I needed. I’m telling you it’s not some salve or a doctor. It’s you, German! You’re what I need!”
An expression of physical pain swept over his handsome features then. “You know what you’re asking for, Baby Girl? Because if you don’t…” he let the words hang in the silence like a warning.
Taking his hand, I boldly guided it between my legs. Pressing his fingers into my sex, he sucked in a ragged breath when they met my soaked folds.
“Fuck!” he hissed, our gazes never wavering from one another’s.
“Exactly,” I thickly returned, needing him inside of me before I combusted into a pile of fire and ash.
German lifted me into his arms, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn’t carry me over to my bed. That was too far away. Instead, he led me over to my dresser and swept everything off the top of it.
Setting my ass down atop the sturdy wood, his mouth savaged mine. Our tongues twisted and mated brutally with one another. We both moaned and groaned as our hands blindly explored the other’s body, starving for touch and any scrap of skin we could uncover.
German’s hands wasted no time untying my robe and stripping it from my shoulders. Standing back to take all of me in, his hot gaze smoldered as it ran from my breasts down to the trim set of curls nested between my legs.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his hungry hands reaching out to stroke my breasts. Tugging the nipples, I gasped and arched forward. “You like that, Baby Girl?”
Nodding, I reached for his belt. “I’d like it better if you were standing naked in front of me.”
He barked a laugh and stepped in between my legs, shifting my thighs apart so he could stroke my throbbing center. Spearing his fingers into my wet heat, he found my clit with his thumb and expertly circled the sensitive bundle of nerves there.
Forgetting his belt, I tossed my head back, moaned, and arched my hips forward. “Please, German,” I begged incoherently, asking for nothing, but implying I needed everything, in one sharp breath.
A dark, brooding expression settled over him then. “Say it again,” he demanded, rubbing me even faster.
Trying to remember what I’d even said, my eyes opened to half-slits. “What?” I panted, willing to give him whatever he wanted if he’d just make me come.
Placing his free hand on my throat, his eyes darkened. “My name. Say it.”
More than willing to comply, I stared up into his handsome face and pleaded, “Please Christopher! I need you to make me come!”
German’s fingers tightened around my throat and he slammed his lips onto mine once more. Moaning into his open mouth, I squirmed on my childhood bureau as he finger fucked me like a porn star.
When he pulled back, I was gasping with need. Humping my hips into his fingers, German licked a hot trail down my breasts, sucking in each nipple, and carefully scraping the rockhard nubs with his teeth.
“Yes!” I cried, my fingers embedding themselves in his short hair and pulling savagely on the thick strands.
Working his way down my stomach, German ran his tongue along my belly button before delving between my plump folds. Like I’d been branded by fire, my hips kicked up into his mouth as his fingers moved down into my slick channel, working it as his tongue worked my pussy.
Running the tip of it along my weeping slit, he teased my nub, his beard scratching deliciously along my thighs. It had never been like this before. This heat. This fire. This passion. It made me feel like I was a virgin experiencing sex for the very first time. Because with German, I was experiencing life through new eyes. He was an undeniable force that I hadn’t ever expected to encounter, but now knew I needed like the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs. He was vital to not only my survival, but to my ability to thrive.
“Don’t stop,” I sobbed, so close to the edge, I knew once I slipped over, there’d be no returning.
German didn’t disappoint. He feasted on my pussy, licking, nipping, and teasing me like a God. Fuck! This was amazing. My pleasure poured out of me, dripping down my thighs, prepping him for entry. It had been two years since I’d been in a sexual relationship. Right now, I was feeling every single one of those days, hours, and minutes of abstinence to my very core!
When he added a second finger to my tight channel, I gritted my teeth and began to shake. “I’m going to come!” I shouted, my thighs quivering as I crested up and over the mountain top. Light exploded behind my eyes as I shouted my release. My body erupted into flames which burned and soothed me in equal measures. Riding the waves of pleasure like an uncontrollable avalanche, my eyes popped open as I tried to recall what my name was.
Damn! That was intense.
My breathing was ragged and my body felt like a marionette whose strings had been suddenly cut. Stepping back, German set his hands on his belt and roughly tugged the leather free from the loops of his jeans. As he dragged down his zipper, my eyes locked onto the bulge it barely contained.
Feeding his cock through the slit of his boxers and his open fly, I swallowed hard. He was huge. Long and thick. Hard as steel and flushed to an angry, swollen red. At the tip, a glossy fluid wept a bead of precum I desperately wanted to claim with my tongue.
Salivating, I stared at his dick with so much unrequited lust that it jumped from all the adoring attention. “You want this, Baby Girl?” he asked, fisting the massive slab in his large hands.
Reaching out, I stroked a reverent finger down his entire length and he shuddered from the delicate contact. His skin was so smooth and so fucking hard at the same time it seemed like the world’s biggest paradox rolled into one perfect package.
Licking my lips, I folded my fingers around his impressive length and pumped. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I told him, desire rendering my voice raspy and deep.
Threading his hands through my hair, German smiled. “From the way you keep staring at my cock, Babe, I think you’ve got something in mind.”
Getting closer, I ran his turgid flesh against my cheek then began to stroke him slowly. “Can I do anything I want?”
“Baby Girl,” German spoke, tugging my hair and looking directly into my eyes, “when it comes to you, you can have whatever you want.”
Starving for a taste of him, I leaned forward to lick the escaped fluid along the slit of his cockhead, but a sudden knock at the door caused me to jump back.
“Fuck!” German growled, pulling up his pants and stuffing himself into his jeans. Fixing my robe back into place, he said, “I need to go check who that is, Maddy. Get dressed and don’t come downstairs until I tell you it’s safe.”