37. Kelsey
Kelsey
Thankfully, Kelsey and Carrie found sealed bottles of water. Twenty minutes later, the two of them had downed one each and were dancing together among the crowd. No sign of Pete, which had actually eased Kelsey’s worries. Tonight was like attending a frat party or a rave back in the day.
Keeping that mindset, the tension eased. Though she stuck close to Carrie, just in case things got hairy. As the night progressed, they shook their asses and hooted along with the music. Kelsey allowed herself to have a good time.
Maybe she had overreacted. Pete had given this motorcycle group a bad name. They weren’t all like him.
“Cheeks,” someone called.
Carrie jerked toward the voice and let Kelsey go.
The anxiety Kelsey had released returned tenfold.
Frantically, she scanned the crowd to find the source.
Her gaze landed on the tall, broad-shouldered man with short dirty-blond hair and beady blue eyes that Carrie had been fucking for the last few weeks.
His vest read Mayfield with Vice President below it.
The patch with the title was new. It hadn’t been there before. Perhaps that’s why they were having a party. Did that impact Carrie somehow? Was she some sort of biker queen now? Mike had gotten a promotion within his little gang.
“Mike!” her friend shouted and ran in his direction.
Beside him stood a man Kelsey didn’t recognize. They were about the same height, but the stranger was older. A scar ran from the corner of his nose across his cheek. His well-worn vest had a patch that read President on it.
This was the big guy. His head was held high, and his chest was puffed out. He was important and carried himself as such.
Carrie jumped on her man, causing him to stumble as he caught her. Her face covered his as she jammed her tongue down his throat. The brazen and open display of affection would hopefully let everyone know they were officially together.
Or were they? Carrie had found herself a life Kelsey knew nothing about. She supposed Carrie getting serious with Mike could’ve escaped Kelsey. How had she missed the memo?
Then again, with the way the men acted around Carrie, Kelsey couldn’t exactly act surprised. These men copped a feel as if it were their damn job.
As he lowered her to her feet, Mike kept his hands on her waist, shuffled his feet, and moved Carrie so that she faced the new guy he’d been speaking to. He had his back to Kelsey now, and all she could see was the giant scorpion on his leather vest.
Carrie was completely out of her view.
Alarm bells sounded in Kelsey’s head. She should watch out for her friend. That was the whole point of her coming. The last thing she should do is allow Carrie to get away from her.
Kelsey charged toward them just as Mike lifted his arms and tossed Carrie’s shirt to the side.
“What the fuck?” Kelsey blurted.
The man with a president patch shifted his attention past Mike and Carrie to Kelsey, who stood beside them with her hands on her hips.
“What is going on?” Kelsey demanded.
Carrie chuckled nervously. “It’s fine,” she said.
Her pupils were fully dilated despite the low light in the room. She leaned back against Mike and licked her lower lip.
Whatever was in that pill had hit her like a freight train.
“I’m hot,” Carrie said. “Aren’t you?”
Reaching out, she skimmed her fingers along the hem of Kelsey’s top. Kelsey swatted them away.
“No.” The room was balmy as hell with all the bodies and terrible circulation, but Kelsey wasn’t about to admit to that. She’d cling to every article of clothing she had, no matter how badly she’d sweat. This wasn’t the place to be stripping.
Mike slid his hands over Carrie’s breasts, openly squeezing them for everyone to see, before he dipped them along her sides and into the waistband of her jeans. Carrie’s lids fluttered closed as she leaned against her biker boyfriend.
This was too much. They weren’t in a porn. What had gotten into her friend? While Carrie was quite the sexually active woman, Kelsey had never experienced this exhibitionist side of her before. This wasn’t right.
What was in that pill?
“Carrie.” Kelsey didn’t mean to sound as though she were reprimanding her friend, but her tone came out that way. Too bad. She needed to get her head on straight.
“Relax,” Mike coaxed. “We’re celebrating.”
“Carrie.” Kelsey snapped her fingers to get her friend’s attention.
Carrie’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“We’re leaving.” Kelsey reached for Carrie, but a thick hand grabbed her wrist.
Her heart leaped into her throat. Flashbacks to Pete in her apartment, slamming her against the wall, at the thrift store, and outside the Knucklehead raced through in her mind.
She froze.
“No,” the strange man said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Unable to look away, Kelsey watched as Carrie’s jeans fell to the floor. Mike thrust his hand into her panties. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. Her eyes glazed slightly, but her face twisted.
This wasn’t like Carrie.
“Stop,” Kelsey demanded, wriggling but unable to set herself free to help her friend.
That wasn’t the expression of someone who was having a good time. Carrie was zonked out of her brain.
Mike laughed and gripped Carrie’s panties by the band and pulled. They tore easily, and he tossed them aside.
Carrie groaned when he took hold of her by the hips.
Urgency throbbed through Kelsey. They had to get out of there. She tried again to evade her captor. The more she moved, the tighter his grip on her became. Pain pulsed through her arm as she yanked and twisted.
He held on.
“Mike,” Carrie pleaded.
Ignoring her, he lifted her, tossed her over his shoulder, and slapped her ass. She squeaked and kicked her feet.
Fuck. This went from bad to worse, and there was nothing Kelsey could do about it.
The man holding Kelsey jerked her forward. She stumbled and collided with his chest. He twisted her, keeping her off-balance, and wrapped an arm around her. Cupping her breast, he then squeezed hard as his warm breath danced along her neck. Bile rose in her throat while her heart thundered.
“We’re going to have fun,” he whispered into her ear.
She squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp as Mike carried Carrie through the dancing crowd.
“Gentlemen!” he shouted.
The people parted, giving him a lane.
“Allow me to introduce our first house whore!” Mike proclaimed as he slapped Carrie’s ass.
Kelsey’s heart dropped. Gasping as the scene involving her friend played out before her, Kelsey froze in fear.
What in the ever-loving fuck did that mean? Being a house whore didn’t sound good. She wriggled harder as the man behind her cackled. With one hand, she clawed at the arm around her. The other dipped into her pocket for her phone.
She should’ve done this sooner. This would never be a safe place. She knew that. Why hadn’t she called like he’d told her? Of all the times she’d used his number, this was the most appropriate. Hopefully, their situation hadn’t reached the point of no return. Could she still call in reinforcements?
Just as she got the phone out and unlocked the screen, she heard him.
“Pres.” His familiar voice sent a chill up her spine.
Her gaze darted in his direction.
No.
“May I cut in?” Pete asked. “She’s mine.”