Chapter 1 - Flash is a Dumbfuck
Chapter 1 - Flash is a Dumbfuck Rolling into Daytona was an unforgettable experience. The entire beachfront was lined with row after row of bikes, babes, and badass boys. Flash and I checked into the shitty, seedy-ass hotel, but at least it seemed clean and had a bed. I chuckled when I caught a glimpse of the old coin-operated machine that caused the bed to vibrate. We’d find a way to make that useful. After throwing my bag down on the floor, I collapsed on the lumpy mattress. The vibration of the three-hour bike ride still hadn’t left my system as I stared at the brown spot on the ceiling. “Hey, baby.” Flash crawled on top of me, crushing me with his weight. “I want to taste you before we head out.” He planted soft kisses on my neck before biting down on the tender flesh of my ear. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You know how I like it,” I whispered, pulling on his scalp. “Do me good.” I pushed his head down my body, not wanting to waste any time. “Don’t I always?” He licked his lips as he unbuttoned my jeans. “Mm-hmm. Usually.” I smirked as I lifted my ass, allowing him to slide the denim down my legs. Flash was a beautiful man. He didn’t resemble the scrawny kid I used to play kickball with at recess. His blue eyes, killer smile, and chiseled body made my mouth water. I was sure I wasn’t the only girl out there who enjoyed his beautifully bent cock—not broken, just curved. It wasn’t too wide or thick, just total perfection. Each stroke hit just the right spot, and I’d never found another one since. It was the reason I always welcomed him in my bed. He threw my jeans across the room before he nestled between my legs. “No panties,” he mumbled as he kissed the skin on my lower abdomen. “Landing strip too. You know how I like it.” “Just for you,” I lied. It was the start of bikini season in Florida. I wouldn’t be caught dead with stubble or razor burn. I pulled my knees up, planting my feet flush with the comforter, to give him better access. He inhaled, a gleam in his eye. “You smell better than I fucking remember. You have the sweetest pussy, Iz. Fucking fantastic.” Sticking his tongue out, he flicked my clit as he gripped my hips, holding me in place. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back, pushing my head into the mattress. Warmth cascaded across my body as he latched on to me, sucking my flesh. Letting my knees fall toward the bed, I lay before him, spread eagle and wanting more than his mouth. His hands slid under my ass as he squeezed it roughly, kneading it with his fingers. He sucked and licked my core while he stared in my eyes. Our gazes were locked as he rubbed his fingers against my opening. “You’re so wet, baby. I can feel how much you’ve missed me.” “Stop talking, Flash.” My body was overly sensitive from the long bike ride. The slightest touch of his lips sent tiny shockwaves down my legs, causing my toes to curl. “Make me come and maybe I’ll let you stick your cock in me.” “I’m taking that shit,” he muttered against my flesh as he thrust two fingers inside me. I cried out, the pleasure too intense as he latched on to me. He rhythmically sucked and finger-fucked me until I screamed through the breath-stealing orgasm. “It’s my turn now, Izzy.” Flash patted my thigh as he sat up. “I said maybe.” I closed my eyes, lost in a post-orgasm haze. “I’m taking it. No maybe about that shit. I earned it,” he murmured as he nudged my legs farther apart. I smirked, closing my legs. “You didn’t earn shit. Eating my pussy was your reward.” “I’ll stick it in your ass, then, but I’m taking something,” he said as he flipped me onto my stomach. I reached back, covering my ass with my hands. “Oh, no you don’t!” I yelled. Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass as the sound of the smack he’d just landed filled the air. “You know you want my sweet cock, Izzy. Don’t play hard to get. It’s not a good look on you.” I laughed into the blanket as the bed sprang back from the loss of his weight. He opened his bag on the old wooden desk next to the television. The man could wear a pair of blue jeans. He looked in the mirror and caught my eye before turning with a condom in his hand. “Liking what you see, baby?” “Eh, it’s all right,” I mumbled putting an unimpressed look on my face. I did, but no fucking way would I ever tell him and let my foot off his throat. With a smile, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down before kicking them off. His cock bobbed as he straightened, waving at me in all its hard glory. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, sheathing his stiff, curved member before walking toward the bed. “Not even going to take your shirt off?” I asked, staring at his cock. Then I forced myself to look at his face. “You didn’t.” He pointed to me with a shitty smirk. I didn’t even care. All I’d wanted was his mouth on my pussy and the orgasm that had been just out of reach during the trip to Daytona. “I’ll fix that. You, off the bed and totally naked,” I commanded, pulling my tank top over my head. After grabbing the back of his collar, he pulled it over his head, exposing his washboard abs. Fuck. He was a sight. Then he crawled up the bed, his cock swaying and a shitty-ass grin on his face. “I know you want it. You need my dick more than you’ll ever admit, Izzy. No one makes you come like I do,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his hard length against me. “You want it?” “If you think you’re man enough to give it,” I challenged. I loved when Flash felt like he needed to prove himself. He worked harder at it, fucked me better, and outdid himself each time. “I’m busting that shit, Izzy. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.” He stood on top of the bed, pulling me up by the hips. “Ass up, princess,” he said as he smacked my other cheek. I giggled into the comforter. Dipping my stomach toward the bed, I pushed my ass in the air, wiggling it. “Don’t move,” he said as he landed another blow to my already stinging flesh. My laughter became uncontrollable as I buried my face deeper into the blankets, trying not to hurt his pride. Flash was hot. But controlling? Not one bit. I’d let him play the part for the pleasure of feeling his cock in me. He pushed into me in one quick thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded me. I moaned each time the head of his cock stroked my G-spot. I fisted the sheets, closing my eyes, and tried to remember to breathe. His body bounced off mine, slamming into me to the hilt before he withdrew. As our bodies collided, my ability to keep my upper body in place began to slip. I reached back, wrapping my hands around his ankles, holding our bodies together. He rested his palm against my lower back and placed his finger against the one hole I’d never given him. I opened my eyes, looking behind me. He towered over me with a hand on my hip, his abs clenching and relaxing, and a trail of spit falling from his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my body to relax as he rubbed the saliva against my flesh. “Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock and pushed his thumb inside my ass. I whimpered, wanting the feel of his cock as I dug my fingernails into his ankles. He rammed his cock into me, filling me in both holes. Pleasure shot through my body as he worked one in and the other out. Moving out of sync and in absolute fucking perfection. “Who’s fucking you, Izzy? I want to hear you scream my name.” He stilled. I mumbled, not able to form words. His thumb dug deeper, pulling upward, hooking me. “What’s my name?” he growled, taking out his cock. “Flash. Fucking Flash,” I answered in one quick breath, burying my face in the comforter. He pummeled me, his balls slapping against my clit, the curved shaft stroking my G-spot, his thumb caressing my ass. The second orgasm tore through me without warning as I chanted his name. I lay there panting as the world came back into focus. My grip slipped from his ankles as I became putty in his hands. Flash picked up the pace, slamming into me a couple of times before resting his chest against my back and twitching. He gasped behind me, trying to catch his breath. Our bodies were stuck together by sweat-soaked flesh. “Fuck, darlin’. I’ve missed ya,” he panted in my ear as his cock slipped out. “I missed your cock, Flash.” I chuckled, earning me a swift smack on the ass. I started to crawl off the bed, ready to hit the town and get out of this shithole of a room. Flash grabbed my foot. “Where are you slithering off to?” he asked as he pulled me against his body. “I wanna shower and go out. I’m ready for a little fun.” I sighed. “Just lie here for a minute. I’m tired and I want to hold you.” He jerked me back, holding me tighter to his chest, and nuzzled his face in my neck. I relaxed against him. He did feel really good, but I wasn’t here to snuggle. Flash and I had never had that type of relationship. “You want more pussy this weekend? If you do, you’ll rest while I shower and take my ass out. Understand what I’m saying?” I looked at him, seeing only his eyes as he bit down on my shoulder. He released me, pushing me off the bed. “What the fuck ya waiting for? Go shower, wench.” I laughed as I grabbed my bag and flipped him off. Pussy was the great equalizer and always won when you needed to get one over on a guy who thought he was “the man.” When he’d said that he’d take me out and show me the town, I hadn’t thought that included the shittiest biker bar in all of Daytona Beach. The place reeked of cigarettes; the air was hazy from the smoke. A band was playing behind a cage like in the movie ‘Roadhouse’. I walked through the door with Flash at my side. The floors were filthy and the men inside didn’t look much better. “None of your mouthy bullshit that I love so much when we talk to these guys, got it?” Flash cocked an eyebrow at me, standing like a statue as he waited for my answer. “I’m not mouthy,” I insisted, crossing my arms over my chest. “Darlin’, ya are, and I fuckin’ love it.” His smile grew wider, giving me a glimpse of why they called him Flash. He had a perfect smile filled with shiny, pearly-white teeth, one that could charm the pants off any girl. It did funny things to my brain, and I couldn’t say no to him. “In this bar, with these guys, it’s not the place. Understand? I’m a prospect, and that shit won’t fly here.” I slid my arm around his waist, looking up into his baby blues. “I got it. I’m to be seen and not heard?” He grabbed my shoulders and stared back at me. “That’s how these guys are. You don’t like something they say, just keep quiet.” The last thing I wanted to be was a piece of arm candy that faded away in the background. It was not how I’d been raised. “Let’s get one thing straight, Flash. I know you’re badass and all, but I don’t stand in the shadows for anyone. Understand?” “Fucking hell,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “I’ll play the part this once, for you, but hear me now, mister. I’m not a club whore and I sure as hell ain’t your old lady. I don’t know what in the hell we are exactly, but if you want to be more than whatever the fuck this is”—I waved my hand in the air between us—“I will not stay quiet and be a mindless twat.” “Calm the fuck down, woman,” he croaked as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “I don’t think of you that way. This is for them.” He turned his attention to the table full of rough-looking men about twenty feet away. I could handle big and burly. I hadn’t grown up a pussy. “Just please do this for me and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and giving me a cocky-ass grin. “I won’t make a scene and walk out, but you owe me big time.” I tore my wrist from his grip. “Whatever you want, Izzy. You know that.” His eyes softened as he looked down at me. “I’m going to use my silent time to come up with something really big.” I swiped my fingers across the small hint of chest hair just below his throat. “I can do big.” He laughed and grabbed my hand to pull me toward the table. “Fucker,” I muttered to myself as I followed behind. He looked over his shoulder and said, “I heard that.” When he stopped suddenly, I ran into his back, and it felt like hitting a brick wall. I used his body as a shield from the men at the table. I didn’t know if I had an off switch, but this wasn’t really the place for me to test it. I just needed to keep my eyes down and pray their little hello didn’t last long. Flash leaned over the table, shaking their hands as I stood behind him pretending to be invisible—something I’d never done for anyone. Ever. When he’d said that he wanted to take me to Bike Week in Daytona Beach for the weekend, I hadn’t been able to imagine anything better than the feel of the wind in my hair, the sand between my toes, and a shitload of hot bikers. What could be bad about that? I hadn’t expected this, and I didn’t like it one bit. Flash would have to pay and pay dearly to make up for this “be seen and not heard” bullshit. “And who do we have here?” a rough voice asked, pulling me out of my thoughts on how to torture Flash. Flash shifted and reached around to grab my hand, tugging me to his side. “This is Izzy, my woman.” He tightened his grip on my waist. I glared at him. What the fuck? I wasn’t his woman. We had an agreement, but to call the naughty shit we did a relationship was overstating it just a tad. I gave him the stink eye and saw the corner of his mouth twitch. “Well aren’t you stunning, Izzy. Is that short for Isabella?” I turned my attention to the genius and smiled the biggest bullshit smile I could muster. “Yes, it is.” I swallowed the other words I wanted to say, still smiling like an idiot. He wasn’t a bad-looking man for someone his age. His long, gray hair was pulled back in a low-slung ponytail, making his emerald-green eyes stand out. A small patch of salt-and-pepper facial hair framed his thin lips. He looked a little like Santa Claus on crack. The vest covering his black t-shirt was the same cut as the one Flash was wearing, but it had more patches—including one that stated he was the VP. “Why don’t you sit down with us and have a drink?” He lightly patted the empty chair next to him, never taking his eyes off me. Flash moved in front of me and started to sit, but the VP grabbed his arm. “I meant her, you idiot. Not you.” Flash stopped dead, with his ass hovering just above the seat. “Oh, sorry, man.” What type of man would let another one talk to him that way? The way he’d said “idiot” hadn’t been the same as when my brothers called each other “jackass” or “dumbfuck.” His dislike for Flash was clearly evident in his tone, but Flash did as he was told, like a good soldier. I slid into the wooden chair as Flash gripped my shoulder. “Thanks,” I whispered, folding my hands in my lap. “My name’s Rebel,” he said as he brought my hand to his mouth, running his prickly lips across my skin. “These are the guys.” He placed my hand on his leg, patting it, and then grabbed his beer. Flash’s grasp on my shoulder hardened, but I didn’t dare look up at him. Fuck. How had my dumb ass gotten into this situation? Flash was a stupid bastard. I should’ve listened to Joe and Mike, but then again, I never did. “Hey,” I said, slowly looking around the table. I tried not to linger on any one man too long. They all said, “Hey,” and smiled—except for one man. The long hair hid his face as he picked at the label on the bottle. His reaction to me wasn’t friendly or welcoming like the others’. Nope, he was avoiding me. “So, Isabella,” Rebel said, pulling my attention back to him. “Can I call you that? You don’t mind, do you?” He leaned into my personal space and squeezed my thigh. The stench of cigarettes and stale beer invaded my nostrils. Flash gripped my shoulder and Rebel held my thigh. I knew Flash wouldn’t do shit. He was the prospect, the one trying to get in the club, and Rebel knew it. I just needed to be agreeable and get the hell out of here for my sake and for Flash’s pussy ass. I bit the corner of my lip before responding. “Sure.” The only people in my life who called me Isabella—who I allowed to call me by my full name—were my parents. I didn’t think telling Rebel to go fuck himself would be good for anyone. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I felt like someone was watching me. Without looking, I noticed him staring at me out of the corner of my eye as I kept my attention on Rebel. It bugged the fuck out of me. I wanted to get a glimpse of him, just for a second, but Rebel wanted my total attention. “Flash, go fetch me a beer and get something for the beautiful girl too,” Rebel demanded, staring at me, paying no attention to Flash or anyone else. My eyes flickered to his face as he barked orders to Flash. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything to drink.” The last thing I wanted was to drink anything that wouldn’t allow me to be in control. Being around Flash was one thing, but I didn’t trust the men sitting at the table. Flash didn’t move. He kept his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and I could almost feel the tension radiating from his body. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fucking drinks, boy!” Rebel roared, slamming his fist on the table. I jumped. The anger that oozed out of him put me on edge. My heart stuttered in my chest and I wanted to get out of here. Flash released my shoulder, leaving me alone with Rebel. Rebel leaned over, twirling my hair with his fingers. “So, darlin’ Isabella, tell me about yourself.” I looked down at my hands, trying to stop the urge to bat him away. “Not much to tell,” I whispered. He pushed the hair over my shoulder, running his fingertips down my skin, lingering on my collarbone. “I doubt that, Isabella.” As he drew out my name, rolling the last bit off his tongue, his breath tickled my nose. Small prickles slid down my neck, the hair still standing at attention. I leaned back in my chair, trying to escape his invasion of my personal space, pissed off that Flash had brought me here and then left me like a pansy ass. “Tell me about you, Rebel.” I was deflecting. A man like him had to be full of himself, drunk off power, and I prayed it would take the focus off me. “Tsk, tsk,” he said, shaking his head. “I know all about me. I want to know about you.” His eyes bored into me as he started to slide his hand up my leg before settling on my thigh. I swear to shit I wanted to rip Flash’s dick off and shove it down his throat. I didn’t care if I ever fucked him again. His cock was not worth this bullshit. “I’m a tattoo artist,” I said with a sigh while looking into his eyes, knowing that I wasn’t going to get out of the situation without being cordial. It wasn’t one of my better traits, but I knew how to play the game. “It’s my life.” I plastered a fake smile on my face, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I wouldn’t show weakness. I was a Gallo girl, not a shrinking violet. “I love a girl who does ink. Maybe I should come to you next time I need some work done. I wouldn’t mind dropping my drawers for you, beautiful.” I wanted to heave. The mere thought of seeing any of this man’s junk or ass made me gag. “I’m between gigs right now,” I lied, biting the inside of my cheek. “The MC has a shop. Job’s yours if you want it.” Rebel squeezed my thigh, running his hand farther up my legs, stopping mere centimeters from my pussy. “Just like that, huh?” I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to seem too eager to please, or too easy. “Maybe my skills are shitty. Then what?” He inched his chair closer, squeezing my thigh again. “If your ink skills are shitty, I’m sure we can find other ways for you to earn.” “Listen,” I said, about to lay into him and give him the nicest “fuck off” he’d ever had, but the sound of Flash slamming the drinks on the table stopped me from finishing the statement. “Flash, you fucker,” Rebel said, releasing my leg and leaning back in his chair. “You spilled my beer,” he growled, wiping the glass with his finger. He turned to me, drawing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them as he stared. Sam, a.k.a. Flash, didn’t speak. Cool biker nicknames were reserved for badasses, and Sam had lost that right when he’d pussied out on me. He hadn’t stood up for me, and left me high and dry in the hands of Rebel. As Rebel grabbed the bottle to bring it to his lips, I turned and gave my “I hate you” scowl to Sam. He shrugged, grimacing before giving me a halfhearted smile. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the fuck down, because at this point, I wanted to tell Sam exactly how I felt and get the fuck out of the shitty-ass bar. I counted to five like they’d taught in a college psychology course I’d taken on a whim. I slowly opened my eyes to find Rebel staring at me again. Sam leaned down, resting his hand on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, “Want to get out of here?” What a clusterfuck. Would he have balls big enough? “I’m getting tired,” I complained, standing to say goodbye. Before my ass was five inches off the chair, Rebel had his hand on my wrist, pulling me back down. “I wasn’t done talking to you.” He smiled, licking his lips. My eyes flickered to Sam, who now had wide eyes and an “oh fuck” face. I narrowed my eyes at him, wishing he’d man the fuck up, but nope. He must’ve checked his cock at the door. I turned back to Rebel, looking down at his hand, which was still wrapped around my wrist. Be diplomatic, Izzy. Do not piss off the MC vice president. I turned my wrist, breaking the hold he had on me. “I-I,” I stuttered, trying to figure out something other than, “Keep your fucking hands off me.” Just as I opened my mouth, a voice called out to Rebel. “Leave the fucking girl alone, you horny ol’ bastard.” I turned to look in the direction of the gravelly voice, where Rebel’s attention was now focused. My breath vanished and a dull ache settled in my chest as I sat there wide-eyed and in shock. The blue eyes shooting daggers across the table at me I’d seen before—I knew them. They were mine looking back at me. The smile I loved so much and the handsome, boyish looks were gone. His features were hard. Small lines had formed around his eyes since the last time I’d seen him. He didn’t look like man who had pushed me on my swing set and taught me how to throw a punch to defend myself. The man’s lips were set in a firm line as his glare focused entirely on me. He didn’t look anything like the brother I remembered, like the Tommy I loved. “You want a piece of this ass?” Rebel asked, looking from me to Thomas. “I wouldn’t blame you, Blue. It’s mighty fine,” he said as he turned back toward me, running his finger down my jaw. I snarled, moving my face away from his fingers. Rebel gripped my hair, yanking my head back and holding me in place. “Where do you think you’re going, Isabella?” He stared into my eyes, a smirk on his face. My heart started pounding, growing louder by the second as it beat out of control. This was bad, a real fucking nightmare. “I want her,” Tommy said, slamming his hand down on the table. “You got the last piece of ass and this one’s mine.” Rebel laughed, releasing my hair. “Want me to get her warmed up for you, brother?” “I don’t want your filthy hands on her. She looks too innocent and pure. I want to take that from her,” Tommy replied, laughing with the rest of the guys, his eyes only on me. “If you don’t do it, Blue, I will,” Rebel promised. “Oh, I plan to do all of her, and she’s going to like it.” Thank God the words were coming out of Tommy’s mouth, because I’d be totally fucked otherwise. Sam released my shoulder. The fucker still hadn’t said a word. He’d stood there like a fucking idiot and stayed silent. “Don’t I get a say?” I whispered, grinding my teeth. “I’m not a piece of property.” “Flash brought you here, darlin’, and you came out of your own free will. If Blue wants you, he gets you,” Rebel said, laughing like a hyena. “You can thank Flash later.” I turned to Sam as his eyes dropped to the floor. “Don’t you have anything to say?” I hissed, the venom dripping from my voice. He shook his head as he kicked an imaginary piece of dirt on the floor. “Fucking pussy,” I muttered before turning back to look at Thomas. A small smirk played on his lips; he knew I could never hold my tongue. Rebel slapped Sam, his laughter filling the air and mingling with the other guys’. “Even the girl can see you’re a pussy, Flash,” he teased, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I would’ve pissed myself by now if it hadn’t been my brother claiming me for the night. I had fucked up, and although Tommy might have smirked, I knew I was in big fucking trouble.
Chapter 2 - Clueless
Chapter 2 - Clueless “What in the fuck were you thinking?” Tommy screeched as he slammed the hotel room door and locked it. “Clearly, I wasn’t,” I quipped as I sat on the bed, avoiding his eyes. Fuck. I looked at the ceiling, my stomach flopping around like I was about to be chastised by my dad. “I know you do some dumb shit, Izzy, but this takes the motherfucking cake.” He paced near the door, checking the peephole, as he ran his finger through his hair. “How in the hell do you get mixed up with an MC guy?” He stopped pacing, turned toward me, and tapped his foot. I shrugged, not really having a good answer for him. “A shrug. I get a goddamn shrug?” he groaned as he walked toward me. “Izzy, look at me,” he barked. I looked up into his piercing blue eyes and could see a storm behind them. My mouth suddenly felt dry and I was at a loss for words—something totally out of my realm of comfort. “Thomas,” I whined, trying to find the right thing to say. “You are in over your head, Iz. This is some serious shit. If I hadn’t been there tonight or if Rebel had decided that he wanted you for himself, you’d be fucked, and so would I.” He rested his hands on either side of me and leaned into my space. “I mean that literally. This is a fucking nightmare.” I blinked slowly, taking in the sight of my very pissed-off brother, and sighed. “I just wanted to have fun, Thomas. I wasn’t expecting all this bullshit.” I swallowed and concentrated on breathing through my nose. Pissed-off Thomas was a scary fucking dude. “All this bullshit?” he whispered. “All this bullshit is what comes with an MC. They make their own goddamn rules.” He backed away, grabbing my hand as he sat next to me. “I have to keep you safe and get you the hell away from these guys.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, tears forming in my eyes. “I thought Flash would protect me. He promised a weekend getaway.” God, I sounded like a fucking idiot. Mike and Joe had warned me. They’d pleaded with me not to go, but as always, I did whatever the fuck I wanted to. “Flash is a fucking pussy and a complete moron. I worried he’d recognize me, but he was too young to remember me. Plus, he’s an idiot. Nice kid, but dumb as a box of rocks.” “Why are you still here, Tommy?” I inquired. He’d always be Tommy to me—my big brother who had been missing from my life for more years than I’d like to admit. “Why haven’t you come home?” He looked up at me; his shoulders slumped before he spoke. “I’m in deep, sis. I’ve moved up the ranks. I’m sergeant-at-arms now. I’m in the inner sanctum and doing everything I can to bring this club down. I don’t want the shit to be half-assed, either. I need to bring it to its knees. Cut off the head and burn the body. Leave nothing behind.” “It’s so dangerous.” I knew my statement was obvious, but I didn’t have anything else to say. The thought of something happening to him made my heart feel like someone was squeezing it in their fist, and I didn’t want to feel it pop. “It’s my job, Izzy. I have to see it through. I promise I’ll come home to everyone, and I’ll do it soon.” “You better. Ma is beside herself with worry. Joey is going to have a baby. The family is changing and you’re not there to see,” I grumbled. I wanted to run out the door with Tommy in tow and head home. “Joey’s going to be a dad?” he whispered, his eyes growing wide. “Yes. You’re going to be an uncle soon. You need to come home.” “I will, love. I will.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing my face against his chest. I rested my hands on his shoulder blades, gripping them for dear life. I didn’t want to let him go. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my brother, let alone been able to touch him. How was I going to be able to walk out the door and leave him behind? “Now what?” I asked, my voice muffled by his t-shirt. “Well, everyone thinks I’m banging your brains out.” He blanched and gagged. “After, I have to bring you back.” He sighed, pulling away from me as my hands slipped from his back. “Let me make a call. Do you have your phone? Mine isn’t safe.” I grabbed my purse, which I’d dropped on the floor when I’d sat down. I rummaged through the contents, pulled out my phone, and handed it to him. “Who are ya going to call?” I asked. I did not want any of my other brothers in harm’s way. It was bad enough that I’d put Tommy in this fucked-up predicament, let alone the others. “I only have one person near by I can trust to get you out of this clusterfuck.” He tapped the buttons on my phone but didn’t look up at me. “Who?” I asked. “Don’t call Mike or Joe either,” I pleaded, lying back on the bed. “Fuck no, woman. I’m calling a law enforcement buddy. Only he can pull this off without it looking like I had anything to do with it.” He stood, bringing the phone to his ear. Well okay, then. He still hadn’t answered my question. I looked around the hotel room as he walked away from the bed. This place was an even bigger shithole than the place Sam and I had booked for the weekend. The room hadn’t been updated since it had been built in the ’70s. The color scheme was straight out of The Brady Bunch on meth. Mustard yellow, burnt orange, and avocado green decorated the flowery wallpaper and the bedspread. I didn’t want to even think about all the things that had been done on this bed. It had to be crawling with germs. I stood, walking toward my brother, stopping to look out the peephole. The green shag carpeting did not make me want to kick off my shoes and feel the lushness. It was matted and trashed. “Hey,” Tommy said into the phone. “I need your help.” I turned, studying him as he moved around the room. He would’ve worn a path in the carpeting if the shag had still been good. I grabbed my purse and sat down on the bed, pulling my lip-gloss from my purse as I listened. “My sister’s here. I need you to help me get her the fuck out,” Tommy said, running his fingers through his hair. “I know. She showed up with one of the prospects and Rebel almost claimed her for the night, but he offered her to me—thank fucking God.” Tommy stopped and listened before moving again. “Yeah, Izzy,” he said, his eyes darting to me. My eyes grew wide. The person on the other end knew who I was, but I didn’t know them. “She’s the only fucking sister I have, James. What the hell kind of question is that?” Tommy glared at me as James spoke on the other end of the phone. I looked up at him, my mouth dropping open when I heard his name. James Caldo. He was the smug bastard who’d come to the wedding uninvited to drop off a card for Tommy. We’d shared drinks—way too many drinks. I’d woken up the next morning slinking out of his hotel room without saying goodbye. I’d gotten what I’d wanted, gotten the hell out, and never looked back. James was…how do I say it? Hot as fuck, but a little too bossy for my liking. He reminded me of my brothers, but times ten on the macho bullshit. I’d waited for him to grunt, “Me caveman. You’re mine,” after he’d fucked me into a coma after the reception. If I hadn’t been plastered by an abundance of Jack and Coke, I wouldn’t have been seduced by him and ended up in his bed…against the wall…on the floor. Fuck. Why did he have to call James? My stomach started to flutter, a wave of nervousness filling my body. My leg began to shake, a nervous habit I had when I couldn’t control a situation, as I sat there and listened. Maybe I wouldn’t have to see him. Oh God, please don’t let me have to see him. Maybe they’d devise a plan to get me out and that would be that. I closed my eyes, fell back on to the bed, and stared at the ceiling. I listened while crazy scenarios played in my mind. Maybe James wouldn’t help because I’d hit it and quit it. Would he be that cruel? Maybe he’d want payback with me on my hands and knees as a thank-you for my rescue. The sound of that wasn’t bad, but I would be subservient to no one, and certainly not James. “Yeah. I can find a way to get her on my bike after we leave here,” Tommy said, sitting down next to me. He scowled at me, maybe having heard something from James about what had happened that night. “Okay. I’ll have her text you when we’re leaving the bar, and you handle it from there. I trust you, James. Only you. She needs to be safe and brought home. She shouldn’t be here. Can you do that for me, brother?” He stood again and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I exhaled, letting go of the breath I had been holding while thinking about James. I didn’t like the sound of this one bit. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of the outside world and focus on Tommy’s voice, but it was no use. I couldn’t hear a fucking thing over my heart beating like the drummer in Anthony’s band. I wanted to run in the bathroom and throw up, but I stayed glued to the bed, waited for my brother, and closed my eyes. The sound of the bathroom door smacking against the wall made me jump. I sat up quickly, looking toward the noise to see Tommy staring at me. I gave him a fake smile and tilted my head. “Everything worked out?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I tried to hide my curiosity. “Fucking perfect,” he grumbled as he moved toward the window, peeking through the now yellowed, sheer drapes. “How well do you know James?” he asked, turning to me. “Um,” I said. Fuck. Lie—do not tell him the truth. “I met him at Joey’s wedding. He brought your card and we had a drink together.” I kept the fake smile plastered on my face, speaking quickly so as not to trip over my words. “Just a drink?” “Maybe two,” I replied, still smiling as my eyebrows shot up. God, I was horrible at the angel act. “James seemed to be very interested in helping get you out of here. Maybe a little too eager,” he complained as he moved to stand in front of me. I looked up at him. He could be intimidating, but he’d always be just my brother. I didn’t have anything to fear from him, but I wouldn’t tell him about my night with James. No fucking way. “He’s your friend, Tommy. Naturally, he wants to help out. You called him for a favor, and as any good friend would do, he agreed to help.” Tommy shook his head, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “You’ve never been a good liar, Izzy. I’ll kick his fucking ass if he tries anything with you.” One of his eyebrows rose and the muscles in his jaw ticked. “No one touches my sister,” he warned, the tiny grin disappearing. “Thomas, I’m not a child. We had a couple of drinks, and even if I wanted more—which I don’t,” I insisted as I stood. “But if I did…it wouldn’t be any of your business.” I poked him in the chest, driving the point home. His head dropped, his eyes staring at my finger as I held it against his chest. A rumble started underneath my finger and bubbled out through his mouth. He threw his head back, his laughter filling the room before he looked back at me. “Izzy, love,” he said, grabbing my face, his blue eyes shining with tears. “That has be one of the funniest damn things you’ve ever said.” “What the fuck? It wasn’t funny.” I poked him harder and with my nail. “I’m a woman now, if you haven’t noticed. I make my own decisions.” I tilted my head and glowered at him. He was still laughing as he wiped his eyes. He shook his head as he spoke. “You’ll always be my little sister. Flash is going to get his ass kicked.” His laughter died. “He won’t know why, but I will. He’ll be hurting because I know he dirtied you. He’s not worthy of you.” “Flash is just a friend,” I said, because it was the truth. “He’s been in your pants, sister. Don’t try and bullshit me.” He glared at me, studying my every twitch. “He’ll pay.” I sighed, blowing out the air I’d stored in my cheeks. “Whatever,” I blurted. “James better not touch you either.” “I don’t like James like that. I thought you boys were bad growing up, but he makes you guys look like pussycats.” Tommy’s eyebrows drew together. “You got all this over a couple of drinks?” His jaw worked back and forth as he ground his teeth together. The sound sent shivers through my body. “Yeah.” I kept it simple. No need to throw up a flag that alerted his big brother Spidey sense that James had fucked me senseless. “Swear?” “Yep.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed my temple, and the warmth of his body felt great against me. He was my brother, and I had proof that he was safe and alive. “We’ll leave here in ten minutes. We have to make it believable, Izzy.” I looked up at him. “What do you mean make it believable?” I questioned, scrunching my nose as I thought about what that could mean. “They have to believe that I had sex with you,” he said. “Fuck,” I muttered, gnawing on my thumbnail. We smudged my lipstick, tore my shirt at the bottom, and messed up my hair. The bar was dark enough that hopefully it would pass. The most important part would be my attitude. “Don’t pretend to like me, but don’t hate me either. You aren’t attached to Flash, but you didn’t have a choice in coming with me, either.” “I love you, brother. You’re cute, so it’s not like I would’ve had to bang Rebel.” “Do not say the words bang and Rebel in the same sentence.” He cringed, opening the door for us to head back to the bar. “When we get there, just stay quiet and let me talk. I want to get us the fuck out of there as soon as possible so James can grab you.” I sighed, wishing the fucking night were over and that I were in my bed…at home and on the other coast. “You know how quiet and I work out, Tommy.” He stopped dead in his tracks and turned. “From here on out, I am not Tommy. Blue is my name. For fuck’s sake, Izzy, do quiet for me just this one time,” he pleaded before walking away. “Men suck,” I mumbled. As I approached his bike, Tommy turned and faced me. “I won’t see you again for a while, Iz. Although I’m pissed about you being here, I’m happy at the same time. I’ve missed you, baby girl.” His face softened as he held his arms out to me. I looked around, wondering if someone was lurking in the shadows, unsure if I should hug him. “It’s okay. Come here.” He motioned with his finger, beckoning me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on to him for dear life. What if I never saw him again? I couldn’t think that way. Thomas was the toughest man I knew. If anyone could live through all this bullshit and come out on the other side unscathed, it would be him. “I’ll miss you,” I said, choking back the tears. I squeezed him tighter, rubbing my face against his t-shirt. “Come home soon.” He released me, wiping the tear off my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t cry. I got this.” He grinned, his beautiful blue eyes twinkling from the streetlight. “Let’s get this shit over with so I can know you’re safe. You listen to James and do whatever he says, Izzy. He’ll keep you safe.” I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my annoyance. My shoulders slumped as I thought about being trapped with James for any amount of time. It would be a total clusterfuck. “Fine,” I sang, grabbing the helmet and putting on my head. “I don’t like it, but I’ll try to be good.” “He’ll keep you alive. Remember that.” He climbed on his Harley and turned the key. “Got it,” I said as I nestled behind him and encased him in my arms. I rested my cheek against his back as we took off, headed back to the guys. I use that term loosely; they were more like animals that could talk. If my brother had known the sordid details of my night with James, he wouldn’t have asked me to obey his every command. James hadn’t contacted me after the wedding, and for that, I was thankful. I hadn’t had to avoid his calls or block him from my phone. The man knew how to take a hint, but thrusting the two of us back together without being able to be in control freaked me the fuck out. Why did I care so much about seeing him again? I closed my eyes, getting lost in the memory of the night that happened four months ago. James had been more of a man than I’d ever been with. He was a true alpha and didn’t take bullshit. Bullshit and me were the best of friends. He’d called me on everything, and I’d felt like he could read my thoughts. I didn’t want to be the type of woman that people could figure out. He knew when I was full of shit, and I didn’t like when anyone could figure me out so easily. I wasn’t a girl. I was fierce and no one’s pushover. Isabella Gallo was not subservient.
Chapter 3 - The Great Escape
Chapter 3 - The Great Escape When we walked back into the bar, no one really seemed to care. Rebel gave me a once-over and quickly patted “Blue” on the back. They exchanged words as I sat down, my unhappiness evident from my tear-stained cheeks. They thought it had been caused by the sex I hadn’t wanted, but really, it had been at the thought of saying goodbye to my brother. After a round of drinks with Thomas’s arm draped around my shoulder, protecting and claiming me all at once, the group decided to head out for the night. Parties were happening all over Daytona, and they had club business to attend to before they hit the sack. “She’s riding with me,” Tommy declared as we walked outside and were greeted by the thick, humid Florida air that smelled like the ocean. “Whatever you say, brother,” Rebel conceded as he threw a leg over his bike. “Where’s Flash?” I asked, looking around one last time for him. “Fuck Flash, darlin’,” Tommy snarled, holding out the helmet to me. “But—” I started to speak but saw his lips set in a firm line as he glared at me. “He’s been sent off to do club business with some other members.” He shoved the helmet in my hands. “Get the fuck on. We don’t have time for your bullshit girl stuff,” he barked, turning around and starting the bike. The roar of the engine made me jump, and I quickly put on the helmet and pulled the straps tight. Climbing on the bike, I realized that this would be the last time I’d touch my brother for months. The guys took off just as I nestled myself behind him. When the roar of the bikes and the distance between them and us was sufficient, Thomas turned to me and smiled. “Make the call, Izzy. Love ya, kid,” he said before turning around and quickly taking off, hot on the tail of the other guys. I hit dial, ringing James’s phone to alert him that we’d left the bar. Thomas had said that James would stop us shortly after leaving the bar, and he’d had me put a baggie of cocaine in my pocket. James would do a search for some bullshit reason and place me under arrest. Daytona was crawling with cops and DEA during Bike Week. Undercover, I presumed, since I didn’t see a crazy amount of police presence, especially not with the amount of bikers that flooded the city during the event. Rebel led the pack and we pulled up the rear. Tommy had wanted it that way, figuring it would be easier to be pulled over by James. I tried not to think about what was about to happen as I held on to him, taking in all that was my big brother—strong, kind, caring, and protective. He’d made me laugh as a little girl, holding on to my hands and twirling me in the air like I was a blade of a fan. My mother would scream, but Tommy and I would just laugh and collapse in a heap of giggles. His face had been softer then; the years of undercover work and biker-life wear and tear hadn’t yet entered his life. I wondered if he could ever go back to that fun-loving, carefree guy again. I hoped he would, but living this life had to alter you in some form and stick with you for the rest of your days. My heart stammered in my chest as the sound of police sirens filled the air. I opened my eyes, the red and blue lighting bouncing off of Tommy’s jacket. I gave him a squeeze as he slowed the bike and waved off the rest of the guys. We pulled off to the side of the road as the police cruiser stopped behind us. The lights continued to flash, but the screeching siren noise turned off before I heard a car door slam. “Sir,” the familiar voice said as he approached us. The sound of his voice alone had my pussy clenching. Fucking cunt had always been a problem. I didn’t like James. It needed to cool its fucking jets and not think about his cock. James wasn’t the man I wanted…I couldn’t top him. Thomas sat still, peering in his side mirror until James came to a stop at our side. The others were far enough away, leaving us behind to deal with the cop issue. “Get her the fuck out of here. Blow is in her left jacket pocket.” “Hey, Iz,” James slithered out as he slowly looked me up and down. I lifted my chin, staring him in the eye without a smile. “Jimmy,” I replied, the corner of my lip twitching. God, he looked fucking good. No, good wasn’t the right word. He looked fucking amazing dressed in the law enforcement uniform. The brown dress shirt hugged his muscles, looking like a second skin against his tan flesh. The shitty polyester pants the force handed out clung to his muscular thighs, showing off every dip and crevice in his body. The gun sitting around his waist reminded me that he wasn’t a man to be crossed, though I liked to push his buttons. He could easily overpower me, and for some reason, the thought turned me on. His jaw ticked as I spoke his name. He hated when I called him Jimmy, said it reminded him of a child. I’d used it to only piss him off, crawl under his skin like he had mine. Tommy handed over his license and registration, shoving it in James’s hand as he openly gawked at me. James turned his attention to Thomas and cleared his throat. “What the hell are you going to tell them?” he asked, motioning toward the red taillights off in the distance. “I’ll figure some shit out. She’s just another pussy to them. She’s not a club whore or an old lady. She’s inconsequential.” “Men are such fucking pigs,” I bit out. “How can you even be around those douchebags? You don’t think that way, do you?” I asked, looking at Tommy. “Fuck no. I’m just playing the part. Ma did not raise me to think that way.” James laughed, drawing my attention in his direction. Why did he have to be so damn handsome? I mean, Jesus. Why couldn’t he be plain and not fantasy inspiring? “And you?” I asked him, wishing I could wipe that shitty smile off his face. “Oh no, doll. I love women. Not all of them are just a piece of ass. Not even the ones who slink out of my hotel room before the sun rises.” He grinned. My eyes grew wide as a lump formed in my throat. He wouldn’t dare tell my brother. Would he? I mean, the man had cockiness down pat, but he wouldn’t be dumb enough to clue my brother the fuck in on our sex Olympics. Tommy shook his head and turned to look at me. “Can I trust you to listen to him?” he asked, squinting as he peered at me. “I’ll listen,” I said, as James began to chuckle. I moved my eyes from Thomas to glare at James. “I can’t promise I’ll do as he asks, but I’ll listen and do what I feel is right.” “Izzy, for fuck’s sake. Just fucking listen for once in your life. I know you bow down to no man, but this is your life we’re talking about. I have enough shit to worry about and don’t need to worry about you getting home safely,” Tommy snarled, keeping his eyes focused on me. “I’ll be good to her,” James promised as he stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “I won’t let her out of my sight and I’ll keep her safe. You couldn’t put her into more capable hands.” James smiled, giving me a quick wink. I turned to Tommy, unable to take the smug smile on James’s face any longer, and spoke the words he wanted to hear: “Yes, I promise to do whatever is necessary to get home safely.” “Off the bike, ma’am. I need to search you. You too, Blue,” James barked out, stepping away from the bike. We climbed off, me with the assistance of my brother, and turned our backs to James. He frisked Tommy first. I straightened my back and watched him as he touched my brother, moving quickly and thoroughly and finding nothing. It was all for show. I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky. As he turned his attention to me, I closed my eyes and waited. I knew he wouldn’t be so quick when touching my body. He wouldn’t make it obvious to my brother or the eye of an outsider, but I remembered what his hands had felt like on my body. The amount of pleasure the strong hands had given me. The feel of them on me and in me was like nothing else I had ever experienced. “Back on the bike, sir,” he ordered. “Ma’am, hands behind your head and do it now!” he roared, as I was lost in my memories. As Tommy took his place on the bike, keeping a lookout for any stragglers from the club, I sighed and tangled my fingers together behind my head. Thankfully my back was to him. In this position, my breasts were pushed out farther, leaving myself exposed. He started at my wrists, brushing against my skin with the tip of his rough fingers. Tiny sparks shot down my arms, a direct line to my nipples. I opened my eyes, sucking in a breath before closing them again. I didn’t have to see his face to know that he had a grin dancing across his lips. His giant hands swept down my arms and stopped just above my ribcage. The tips of his fingers grazed my breasts as his hands slipped down the front of my torso before he searched my waistband. No matter how hard I tried to control a reaction or think of anything other than his hands on me, my body responded. I twitched and silently swore. I rolled my eyes at the feeling of being defeated. He knew in that moment that he had an effect on me. I was fucking doomed. I could feel his breath against my ear. My body shuddered as my heart skipped a beat, before it was gone and his hands slid down my legs. Please don’t… Fucker. His thumbs touched the holy land as his hands glided up my legs. As he reached the V of my legs, I swear to shit my heart stopped dead in my chest. I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my insides as my head dropped. I was happy when his hands left my legs until he caressed my ass, all in the name of a search, but I knew he was enjoying it too much when he gave it a quick, hard squeeze. “Must you?” I whispered as he moved closer, reaching into my pockets. “Yes,” he whispered back, his mouth coming close to my ear. “Think of all the fun we’re going to have as I give you a ride.” “You’re an asshole,” I hissed, turning my face to look at his profile. “That’s one part of you I haven’t yet explored,” he whispered in my ear, low and close enough that Tommy couldn’t hear. I gulped, closing my eyes and using all of my self-control not to turn around and give him a piece of my mind. I couldn’t react in front of my brother or the other eyes that could possibly be on us. “What do we have here, ma’am?” James asked, pulling his hand from my pocket and dangling the small bag in front of my face. “It’s not mine, officer,” I pleaded, shaking my head and playing the part. “Place your hands behind your back. I’m placing you under arrest,” he said, grabbing my arm, gingerly moving it away from my head and down to the small of my back. “Must we do this?” I asked, looking toward Tommy. Tommy winked, not giving any other physical indication that everything was okay. “We must, doll. Give me your other hand.” I wrinkled my nose and ground my teeth as I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs slap against my wrist. Great. Not only was I being placed in his custody, I was starting off bound and in his possession without a means of escape. Being with the men of the MC had felt less scary than what I felt about being a captive for James. “I’ll leave them loose so they won’t pinch, but you can’t get out. Not yet at least,” he said as a low, slow laugh tickled my ear. I glared at Tommy, not looking at James as he marched me toward the back of the police cruiser. He placed his hand on my head as he helped me into the back seat. “Stay put,” he ordered as I moved my legs inside. “Where the fuck am I going, genius?” I blurted out, the anger dripping from my voice. My hands were restrained behind my back and I was about to be locked in the police car. “You better watch that smart mouth of yours, doll.” He grinned, leaning against the frame of the car. “Or what? Are you going to rough me up, Jimmy?” I snuggled back into the seat, adjusting my body and trying to find a comfortable position. “I’d hate to add resisting arrest to your charges.” His grin turned into a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. “Just get this shit over with so we can get the fuck out of here,” I hissed, not finding him charming at all. “As you wish.” He slammed the car door, leaving me with my thoughts as he approached Tommy and spoke with him. I watched through the windshield as they exchanged some heated words—or at least they made it seem like they were. A dull ache settled in my chest as I watched them speak. This would be the last time I’d see my brother for some time. The not knowing was the worst part. Tommy looked over at me a couple of times as they finished their conversation. My nose began to tickle as tears threatened to fall. When James slid into the front seat, he didn’t speak. He turned on the car and started to pull away after Thomas had sped down the road. “When are you going to let me out of these fucking cuffs?” I asked. My wrists already felt the bite from the metal digging into my skin. “Tomorrow,” he answered calmly, looking at me in the rearview mirror. His eyes changed from the smile I couldn’t see but knew was there. “You can’t keep me like this until tomorrow.” Anger built inside me. My body was almost vibrating as I stared at him in the mirror. I knew I was now a pawn in his game. I’d have to play by his rules. I was pissed at Thomas for leaving me with James, and at asshole Flash for being an idiot and not realizing the amount of shit he was bringing me around this weekend. James looked at the road, the corner of his eye crinkling as he spoke. “Harder for you to run away like that. Plus, you look fucking sexy when you’re pissed off, Izzy.” “Jimmy, look, I didn’t mean—“ “James.” His eyes momentarily flashed in the rearview mirror before leaving me again. “James,” I hissed, holding the end, letting the letter stick between my teeth. “I’m sorry about what happened.” I looked down at my knees, chewing the inside of my lip. “I’m not,” he said flatly. “It wasn’t nice of me to leave without saying goodbye. I was a jerk. Can you forgive me?” I wasn’t really sorry for anything, but I wanted the damn cuffs off my wrists. “It won’t work, Izzy.” “What?” “Your fake apology,” he said as he pulled up to the red light and his eyes returned to mine. His face had a red sheen from the traffic light. He looked like the devil I figured he really was. He’d torture me as long as I was in his custody. My mouth dropped open and a scream was crawling up my throat. “It wasn’t—“ “Yes, it was.” I closed my mouth, grinding my teeth as the car started to pull away, and his face changed color. “I had fun with you and we both got what we wanted out of that night.” I swallowed, remembering the feel of him against my skin. Those sweet-ass lips that were pissing me off right now had brought me so many orgasms that I’d lost count, the amount of alcohol I’d consumed not helping my memory. “Maybe I’m sensitive and wanted a kiss goodbye?” he said, tilting his head up to look at me. I could see the corner of his mouth as it almost kissed his eyes. He was enjoying himself. I sighed and pushed my shoulders back. Glaring at him, I said, “That’s total bullshit.” “Maybe so,” he said, looking away, “but I did want that kiss.” Fuck, his voice was sexy. It matched him entirely…big in all ways. “You’re not going to play fair, are you?” I whispered, but I already knew the answer. “Did you?” he retorted with a clipped tone. “I’m sure you did the walk of shame many mornings, James.” “Doll, I’ve never been ashamed of spending the night in the company of a beautiful woman—especially you.” A knot formed in my stomach, and it felt like James had reached inside and was using his giant hands to untie it. He made my belly feel funny, and I didn’t like it. I pursed my lips, not taking my eyes off the back of his head. “It was easier for both of us,” I whispered, trying not to give anything away in my voice. He shook his head. “Can’t stop the bullshit from rolling off your tongue, huh?” “Are we there yet?” I was annoyed and pissed off. James did not get to question me on my truthfulness. “To the police station, yes, but not the entire trip.” “I can find my way home. I’m an adult woman.” “Why don’t you start acting like one, then?” he asked sarcastically. I felt like he’d punched me in the chest. No one talked to me the way he did—no one with a dick, at least. The only people who could get away with calling me on my shit were my girls, but not a man. Not even my brothers or father. “I am acting like an adult. I can rent a car and get myself back to Tampa. It’s only a couple of hours away.” “Izzy, listen up, because this is how it’s going to go.” He pulled the cruiser over on the side of the road, rolling to a stop. He turned around, resting his arm on the back of the passenger’s seat. “I promised your brother I would take you home. I promised him I would keep you safe. I will not just release you to fend for yourself.” He licked his lips, and my eyes moved to his mouth as he continued speaking. “It’s late, after two a.m., and I’m tired. We’re going to return the car and then find a hotel for the night and drive back in the morning. That’s the plan, and I don’t want your brother to worry that I’m not following the plan. He has enough shit on his plate right now. Understand?” He glared at me, waiting for my response. “Wow. Didn’t know you knew so many words.” I smirked, watching his jaw as he tried to stop a smile. “Fine, but I want my own room,” I requested, knowing that I didn’t have a choice in the whole “how to get Izzy home” plan, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to share a room with him. “One room, double beds,” he growled, turning around and pulling back on to the road. “No fucking way. I will not share a room with you.” “It’s for your own protection.” “Not happening,” I declared, looking out the tinted window, seeing the police station sign in the distance. “Yes, it is. Don’t fight me on this, woman.” “I don’t want to spend the night in your room.” “Our room, and you do.” “Jesus, you’re infuriating.” “Touché.” “Ooh, he knows French too. Didn’t know cavemen were bilingual.” “Must you always be a smartass?” he asked, parking the car in the “reserved” space. “Nothing good can come out of sharing a room,” I said as I sat up, unable to stop the anxious feeling. I had to get the hell out of this car. “I remember a lot of ear-shattering moans the last time we shared a room. I’d say only good can come from it,” he murmured, a low, smooth chuckle escaping his lips before he climbed out of the car. “Fucker,” I muttered as his door slammed. “Out you go, doll,” he said when he opened my door, the hot, humid air hitting my skin. He reached in and grabbed my arm, trying to help me up, and I fought the urge to pull away. “I hate that term,” I said, climbing out with his hands still on me. “Doll?” He smirked, giving my arm a light squeeze. “Yes. It’s patronizing,” I hissed as I turned my back to him. “As long as you call me Jimmy, I’ll call you doll. And what the fuck are you doing?” he asked, grabbing my shoulder. “The cuffs. I want them off.” I glared at him. Why did he have to make everything so fucking difficult? “I can’t take them off yet. You never know who has eyes on the station,” he said, and laughed. “You’re a prick.” “You’re hitting every word I like to hear—come, prick, fuck. What else do you have to say?” He smiled as he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me toward the station doors. “Let’s just get this over with.” I sneered at him as I tried to keep up with his large steps. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he whispered in my ear as he opened the door and waited for me to pass by. “So fucking much.” My body shuddered. This gravelly tone of his voice shorted the wiring in my brain. I’d spent too many years trying to block guys like him out, and I’d been successful. James was an entirely different beast. I didn’t know how to deal with him. He always had a reply. It was fucking infuriating. I closed my eyes, taking the final step into the station and hopefully to freedom—or at least an escape from him.
Chapter 4 - Isabella
Chapter 4 - Isabella We only spent a few minutes at the police station returning the uniform and equipment they let me borrow to rescue Izzy from the clutches of the MC. She sat on the chair, her eyes never leaving me as I talked with a few of the officers. If looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried. After we finished at the police station, Izzy and I headed to find a low-key hotel just outside of the county. I wanted to be far enough away that no one would find us, but close enough that, if shit went down, I could get backup. She climbed on the back of my bike after protesting and arguing for a few minutes. She knew it was futile. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. Feeling her body wrapped around mine—her thighs squeezing me tight, her arms holding on, and her tits against my back—was fucking perfection. When Thomas had called and asked if I’d help rescue his sister, I’d jumped at the chance to see her again. It wasn’t that I loved her—fuck no. I’d only spent a night with her, but there was something about her. No one had ever sneaked out of my bed the next morning without saying a word. Izzy was the exception to that rule, and for that, I gave her props. She was her own person. I knew she didn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. Thomas spoke of her often, and I could feel the love he felt for her with his words. Thomas and I had met back during training. We’d both joined the DEA right after college. I knew it was where I wanted to be, and had dedicated my life to ridding the world of drugs. I knew it wasn’t possible, but I’d do my best to not make it easy for the sleazeball criminals who preyed on the innocent. I’d joined because I’d lost my little sister to an overdose. She was only seventeen and I was in my sophomore year at Florida State. Getting the news that your one and only sibling has died is indescribable. It crushes your soul and had made me question everything in my life. I’d felt like I’d lost direction in my life, and the only thing I’d wanted was retribution. The only way I knew how to do it legally was to join the one group that had the ability to stop the flow of illicit drugs. The DEA became my home and my new family. Yes, I still had my parents, but they’d fallen apart after the death of my sister. They weren’t the same people anymore. They walked through life as shells of their former selves, the sorrow too much for them to bear. When we met, we were excited and looking to kick some major ass in the drug world. We spent a lot of time talking about our families—his happy and mine not so much. We each had sisters, his alive and mine dead. Even though I could never touch my sister again and I couldn’t protect her, I still loved her more than anyone else on Earth. We spent our nights drinking too much beer and talking about life. Our conversations always veered off course and would turn to our sisters as the main reasons for us being there. Thomas said that Izzy wasn’t into drugs but he always felt a need to protect her, and others like her who didn’t come from such a loving family. I’d wanted to join because the same drugs had reached in and plucked my sister from my life. I was out for payback. After we graduated training, Thomas and I were partnered with veterans and taught the ropes. Years later, we were paired up, and it felt like coming home. He was the brother I’d never had. I was his go-to person when he was placed undercover. I was his link to the DEA and his call of last resort. I kept tabs on him and picked up information when he found a way to get it out. His case was solid, but at times, I worried about Thomas. I’d never admit it to him—he’d call me a pansy—but he was in deep. Deeper than I’d ever thought possible. He’d been able to move up the ranks and solidified his position with the club. I made sure to do my best to keep his cover intact and my ears to the ground in case shit went down. Leaving him for the weekend to drive his sister home was a sacrifice I wasn’t sure I could make, but how could I say no to him? I didn’t want him to go through the same loss that still squeezed my heart and hung heavy on my soul even after ten years. Loss is loss and it never goes away. We learn to deal with it, but the desperation and longing never fade. I didn’t want Thomas to experience what I had. I found a replacement in the agency, someone I trusted to cover for the weekend while I made the round trip with Izzy. I felt at ease knowing that he was protected and I could do the one favor—the only one, in fact—that Thomas had ever asked of me. His family was his number-one priority. I’d felt shitty after fucking Izzy when I brought the card on his behalf to his brother’s wedding. I felt like I knew Izzy after having heard stories about her ball busting for years. I’d seen pictures of her, but her beauty in person couldn’t be conveyed in a photograph. Her smart mouth, killer body, and bombshell looks had my cock throbbing and my mind reeling as I had a drink with her at the bar. A back-and-forth conversation over Jack Daniel’s left me hard as a rock, and I needed to crawl inside that sweet cunt of hers. After too many drinks to make a proper decision, I sure as fuck wasn’t thinking of her brother, and invited her to my room. I wasn’t surprised when she accepted, following me to the elevator as the party raged on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I had her against the wall. I claimed her mouth, her tongue sweet from the Jack and Coke lingering on the surface as I devoured her. Caging her face in my hands, I stole her breath and replaced it with my own. When we reached my floor, I broke the kiss. She didn’t move as her eyes fluttered open, and her breathing was ragged. I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward my room, a little too eager to feel her skin. The chemistry was off the charts. We tore at each other’s clothes as soon as the door shut while our lips stayed locked. The need I felt to be inside her bordered on animalistic as our heavy breathing and pants filled the room. I dropped to my knees, looking up at her, and said, “I need to taste you.” She was a vision. She had on thigh-highs that connected to a garter belt and cock-hardening stilettos. She didn’t reply, but spread her legs. I cupped her ass, bringing her body forward as I swept my tongue through her hair. I could smell her arousal as I flicked her skin with my tongue. I wanted to worship at her altar. I lifted her with my hands, placing her legs over my shoulder as I feasted on her. I sucked like a starved man, licking every ridge and bump as she chanted, “Fuck yeah,” and “Oh my God.” I didn’t relent when she came on my face, her legs almost a vise around my head. I dug in deeper, sucking harder as I brushed her asshole with my fingertip. Her body shuddered, the light touch against the sensitive spot sending her quickly over the edge. It’s not that I didn’t want to take her in every way, putting my cock in every hole and making her dirty, but I wasn’t ready to go there—not yet, at least. I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my cock and milk me. I needed it. I don’t know what time we both passed out. I’d never had sex so much in one night, but even after it all, I wanted more. She was the one person I couldn’t get enough of, and it didn’t sit well with me. When I woke up and found her gone, I won’t lie, that shit stung. In the end, I knew it was for the best. I didn’t need the headache in my life. I couldn’t tell Thomas what had happened—no way in fucking hell. He’d murder me and hide my body. That shit I knew. I hadn’t chased her or tried to contact her. Let that shit stay buried in the past. “Turn around or close your eyes,” she said. Lost in the memory of our first night together, I blinked. “What?” I asked, shaking my head, trying to clear my mind. I took in the surroundings of a very different room. It wasn’t the lush accommodations from the night of the wedding, but a crappy, run-down motel. “I need to undress,” she said, tapping her foot as she stared at me. “I don’t have my bag of clothes and I can’t wear this shit to bed.” “I’ve seen it all.” Her clothing didn’t do much to hide what I already knew lay underneath. The skintight jeans that narrowed around her ankle just above the black high heels had my dick aching. I wanted to feel the bite of them against my skin as I pounded into her. “I was drunk,” she groaned, her eyes growing into little slits. “Are you saying I took advantage of you?” She couldn’t be fucking serious. I didn’t do that shit. She’d wanted it as much as I had. I’d known from the moment she’d called me Jimmy that she’d wanted me. I’d known enough about her from Thomas that I’d had her MO down pat. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. You aren’t my type.” She wrinkled her nose, twirling her finger like I was going to roll over like a dog and face the other way. “Doll,” I teased. “Fuck you and that ‘doll’ bullshit. Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” she hissed. Laughing, I kicked back on the bed and covered my eyes with my hand. “Happy now?” I asked, leaving space between two of my fingers to get a clear view of her undressing. “Very.” She turned around, facing the opposite direction as she removed her Harley tank top that framed her breasts but left little to the imagination. Underneath, she was wearing a black bra that lay just below her shoulder blades. She reached back, unhooking the straps with her fingers. Black nail polish decorated the tips, and I wanted to see them wrapped around my cock and her eyes watering from choking on taking me to the back of her throat. She bent down, pulling off her jeans, and her breasts fell to the side, giving me a marvelous view. They were full, round, and natural. I licked my lips as my mouth watered, while watching her tits sway as she stepped out of her jeans. She climbed in the bed opposite mine, lying back, her tits on full display and her tiny black G-string the only thing she’d left on. Yeah, like that would protect her and keep her pussy safe from me. She pulled the covers up to her chin, closing her eyes for a moment, and then said, “All done. You can look now.” I turned to my side, resting my head on my hand, and smiled at her. “Now close your eyes,” I commanded, watching her face contort. “For what?” she asked, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. “I need to get undressed too, and I don’t want you to catch a glimpse.” “Please, Jimmy.” She laughed. “I’ve seen it all.” She rolled over and smirked. “Felt it too, but I still want you to turn around or close your eyes.” She rolled her eyes, throwing her hands down and slapping the mattress at her sides. “Really? You worried that I’ll jump on you and beg for your dick?” She made a pfft noise with her lips, blowing out a quick breath of air, causing her hair to blow away from her face. “Just do it, doll. I know if you see it you’ll be begging for me to crawl in that sweet cunt of yours and fuck you like no man has done before or since me.” I twirled my fingers, giving her the same patronizing gesture she did me. She stuck her tongue out and covered her eyes with her hand. “Just get fucking undressed so I can go to sleep already. I’m exhausted,” she said, resting her other hand against her breast. I could see that she was doing the same as I had—left a space between her fingers so she could peek. I knew she wanted me. “I bet I could find a way to wake you up,” I taunted as I sat up, pulled my shirt off, and threw it across the room, just catching the back of the chair. I pushed my shoulders into the mattress, lifted my ass, and contracted my abs, knowing that she was watching and taking in the view. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down at a painfully slow pace just to prolong her show. I wasn’t the type of man who wore underwear, either. As soon as I lowered my jeans below my thighs, my dick sprang free, bobbing as if waving hello and calling her over. I knew it remembered Izzy as much as I did. Izzy sucked in a breath as soon as my cock entered the room devoid of covering, the piercing shimmering in the light. “You okay over there?” I asked, smirking because I had further evidence that she wanted me. She wanted me badly. “Yeah. Just a piece of dirt in my mouth.” She swallowed and coughed, playing the lie to the fullest. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking my length as I spoke. “Want something to wash it down?” I had to bite my cheek to stifle the laughter I felt coming to the surface. The only thing better than fucking her was fucking with her mind. “No,” she breathed. “You sure? I can find something to help that tickle in your throat. I have something close at hand.” Fuck, I felt like a creeper. Only to her would I say such fucked-up, bigheaded shit to, because she was Izzy—ball-buster champion of the world. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything you have.” The corner of her mouth twitched. Damn, her cockiness was such a fucking turn-on. No one had ever made my dick as hard as she did. The torture, too much for even me to bear anymore, made me kick my jeans off the rest of the way and toss them to the floor. “Shit,” I mumbled, remembering that I’d left my gun on the stand next to the television. I never slept without it next to me in bed or on my nightstand. “What?” she asked in an annoyed tone. “My gun is by the TV. I need to get it. Keep your eyes closed,” I demanded as I placed my feet on the floor and faced her bed. I’d called dibs on the bed closest to the door in case anything happened. I’d be the one to protect her. I’d step in front of a bullet before I’d let anyone hurt her. “They’re still covered, Jimmy.” She smiled, thinking she was slick. “Uh huh,” I said as I climbed to my feet and stretched, my front on full display for her peep show. Her mouth parted and her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip. I wouldn’t call her out on peeking because, fuck, it was just too much fun to watch her suffer in secret. I stalked toward the television, taking small steps until I stopped and grabbed my gun. I lifted my head, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror that hung on the wall. Her fingers were spread apart for a moment, a smile playing across her lips before she closed the gap. Maybe she knew I’d caught her, but if she did, she didn’t confess. I walked back, my dick swaying and bobbing as it passed close enough to reach out to touch her as I gave her a full show. I wanted her to remember what I had to offer physically. She couldn’t fight it forever. After I pulled the covers just above my waist, I said, “You can look now.” I turned off the light and flipped on the television, needing some lighting in the room. I had to keep an eye on Izzy and be able to see if anything were to happen. She nestled in her pillow, placing her hands above her head, the sheet slipping just enough that I could almost see the pink skin that lay underneath. I silently prayed the sheet would slide an inch lower, exposing her piercings and the hard nipples that were outlined by the thin material. “Good night,” I yawned, trying to be a gentleman. “Sweet dreams.” “Yeah,” she whispered as she closed her eyes. I rolled toward her, resting my hand under my pillow as I watched her. Her face illuminated by the television, shadows playing across her features, she was even more stunning at peace. She looked like a different person as she slept. Her face was softer, but I knew the bite those sexy, full lips held when she was awake. I didn’t feel guilty for staring at her, watching her chest move up and down as her breathing slowed and grew shallow. Would she sneak out again? The woman was more pigheaded than any other person I’d ever met. She wouldn’t risk her life…would she? I couldn’t take the chance. I had to find a way to keep her in the room, and I knew just how I’d do it. I waited, watching the clock and her body as she slept. I needed her to be in a deep enough sleep that small noises wouldn’t wake her. When I felt she was ready, with small snores falling from her lips, I gingerly climbed out of bed, trying to avoid the box spring creaking with my weight. I walked quietly to the bag I had set near the end of the bed and unzipped it, listening to it snag on each tooth as I pulled it open. I grabbed my cuffs, holding them together in my palm. I stood and approached her bed, trying not to wake her. I’d never been so thankful for a shitty, old, ’70s-style bed frame. It was perfect to attach the handcuffs to in order to keep her exactly where I wanted her. I opened the cuffs, connecting them to the bed, wincing as I closed it around the wood slat. Her hand rested just below and in the perfect spot to quickly put them on before she’d have a chance to react. As I reached out to grab her hand, she moved and her face turned away from me. I held my breath and prayed she didn’t wake up as I stood next to her. My balls and dick were too close and at eye level. I wanted to keep them and have them intact and functioning. I didn’t need her attacking me. I pushed down on the pillow with the metal as I slid it under her wrist. As soon as they were closed, her eyes flew open and she yanked her arm, but it stopped, held by the handcuff. “What the fuck?” she screamed, pulling against the cuff that trapped her. “Get this shit off of me, James.” I laughed, moving out of the way of her kicking feet. “Calm down, Izzy.” “How the fuck can I be calm when you did this shit?” she fumed, holding up her arm and shaking her wrist. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t sneak out again.” I shrugged and smirked. “I used the only way I knew. Thomas said to ‘use any means necessary,’” I said, making air quotes. “I don’t think he meant naked and handcuffed.” “Details,” I muttered. She grabbed the wooden slat with her free hand and began jostling it back and forth, trying to break it free from the frame. “Stop,” I warned. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” “Is this really necessary?” she complained, lying still and glaring at me. “Yep,” I crooned as I crawled back in bed. Minutes passed as I heard her moving in bed, tossing and turning the best she could with one arm suspended above her head. Finally, she stopped moving, the sheets crinkling as she turned to me. “James,” she whispered. “Yes?” I answered, closing my eyes. Hearing her whisper my names with that sugary-sweet tone had made the bottom of my stomach drop like I was on a rollercoaster ride and had just plummeted from the first hill. “I’m scared.” Now that I knew was a load of shit. From what I knew of and had experienced with Izzy, she was never scared—or at least she wouldn’t admit to it. She was hatching a plan, but I’d play along. I glanced over at her, taking in her beauty and feeling slightly guilty, but not enough to make me undo her cuffs. Izzy restrained was priceless. She was like MasterCard—everywhere I wanted to be. “I got ya. I won’t let anything happen to you.” She had let the sheet drop down a bit when she’d turned. Her nipple was almost showing, and my hands and mouth itched to feel her. “Will you lie with me?” She pouted with sad eyes, trying to pull me in and break me down. Obviously she didn’t give me much credit in the intelligence department. Did men always fall for her bullshit? I imagined that, with having four brothers, she was well practiced in getting her way and using her femininity to her advantage. “That I can do, Izzy.” I didn’t bother to tell her to cover her eyes. I threw back the blanket and climbed to my feet. Fuck it. I could play too. Her eyes grew wide as they traveled up my thighs and became fixated on my cock. “You could’ve warned a girl.” “I don’t see a girl here, and you’re well acquainted with what I have.” I smirked, rounding the bed, not looking over my shoulder. I didn’t have to see her to know that she was staring at my ass, taking in my bare skin. “Like what you see?” I teased. “Yes,” she whispered. There were two things I knew with her words. The first thing I knew was that her answer wasn’t a lie. She was affected no matter how much she wanted to deny it. The second was that the niceness that had oozed out of her mouth was bullshit. There were no weapons near her, and I assumed she hoped to charm me with her nakedness to gain her freedom. “You sure about this?” I asked as I stood on the opposite side of her bed, stark naked and unashamed. She nodded and pulled back the blankets for me to climb in next to her. I slid across the stiff sheets that sounded more like paper than cotton as my body moved closer to her. I punched the pillow a couple of times, trying to find comfort in my limited amount of space, but it was useless with Izzy this close to me. My semi-hard dick had grown rock solid with her proximity. “James, will you hold me?” she asked, turning to me with those same doe eyes. “Always,” I said as I faced her, placing my front to her side. I rested my hard length against her thigh and saw her eyes grow wide before a small smile played on her lips. I couldn’t hide how attracted I was to her. I’d never had the capacity to turn off a hard-on. There was only one way to tame the beast, and she was currently at my mercy. Turning her face toward me, she stared in my eyes, and I could see emotion behind her wild sapphire eyes. As part of the agency, I’d been trained in reading emotion and knowing when someone lied during an interrogation. Izzy wasn’t hard to read, since I knew her personality from firsthand experience and Thomas’s stories. “Kiss me,” she blurted out, and bit her lip. “I thought you’d never ask.” There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to taste her again, but I wouldn’t get to taste all of her like I wanted. It would be an appetizer. Just enough to drive me mad and remind her of our night together. I leaned over, hovering just above her lips as I looked into her eyes. “Last chance,” I warned, waiting for her to respond. “I want you, James,” she whispered against my lips before moving her mouth to meet mine. Her mouth felt soft, and I craved to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off and choking on my hardness. What started as gentle kiss turned hot and heavy as my need for her intensified. Leaning over, I held her face in my hand, resting my thumb against our mouths. She didn’t smell the same. The stench from the biker bar had almost washed out her perfume. I hadn’t been able to be near a woman who wore the same scent without growing hard. Her mouth was unforgettable. The way it moved across my skin, devouring my lips, and took all of me was something I could never wipe from my mind. She moaned as I swept my tongue against hers. I nipped her lips, drawing them into my mouth and sucking with enough pressure to cause them to be swollen tomorrow. I wanted her to remember where I’d been. Moving my hand away from her face, I let it fall to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my palm. What started as a plan had turned into something more, something that could swallow us whole and suck us in so deep we wouldn’t be able to turn back. She dug her nails into my back, scraping down, and rested her hand just above my ass. As she whimpered in my mouth, pushing her leg against my dick, I pulled back and looked at her. “You want me? “ I asked, resting my forehead against hers. Breathing raggedly, she swallowed and answered, “Yes,” as she slid her hand down to my ass and squeezed. I smirked, moving myself on top of her before taking her lips again. I captured her moans and tiny whimpers in my mouth as I pushed my cock against her G-string, driving her closer to the edge. “James, my hand,” she whispered, grinding her pussy against me. “Please. I want to touch you.” I was tempted to free her hand. I wanted to feel her fingers roam my skin and her fingernails scratch down my back, but I hadn’t been born yesterday. Sliding my tongue down her neck, I latched on to the sensitive spot near her collarbone. She cried out, flinching from the pressure of the bite. I fisted the thin scrap of lace she thought was underwear, ripped it from her skin, and tossed it on my floor. She sucked in a quick breath, pushing her hips into me. “Hand,” she whimpered. Hearing her beg made my dick harder than it had been before. I could feel her wetness against my length as I feasted on her skin. She was right where I wanted her—horny and ready to take all of me. Placing my hands on either side of her, I captured her lips, moving my hips to glide against her heat. I backed away, stared in her eyes, and pushed myself off her. As I stood, her eyes grew wide and she pulled at the restraints. “What the fuck?” she thundered. “I know your game, Izzy,” I replied as I walked toward my bed. She kicked the mattress and grunted. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Get your ass over here and finish what you started.” I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock standing at attention, and looked at her. “You started it. You only want me to take off the handcuffs, and that shit ain’t happening.” “I wanted you, James.” She stilled in the bed and stared at the ceiling. “You’ll get me when you’re not trying to play me for a fool.” “I wasn’t,” she pleaded, closing her eyes and exhaling. “The next time you have me, you’ll be begging for it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you.” “I won’t beg.” I smiled, fisting my shaft as I stroked the length. “I won’t fuck you again until you’re begging for me to fuck you. Fuck you like I did months ago.” She turned toward me, her eyes staring at my dick. “I won’t beg.” I continued to move my hands up and down, teasing myself just as much. “You. Will. Beg.” “You’re an asshole. I’ve never begged a man for cock,” she said through gritted teeth with her body uncovered and on full display. “Those were boys, Izzy. I’m a man. I remember how hard you came with me, how many times you came on my cock and in my mouth. You fuckin’ loved it.” “I was drunk,” she protested, stroking the space between her breasts with her fingertips as she moved them up to her neck and traced the same path down toward her belly button. Sweet fucking Jesus, watching her touch herself made me want to the throw my brilliant plan out the window and fuck her senseless. Her olive skin was highlighted with tattoos. Most of her tattoos were hidden from public view. They were for her personal enjoyment. She had a dragon down her left ribcage with the word “Gallo” underneath. Near her left breast, she had an intricate hibiscus flower in vibrant reds and oranges. The leaves and vines wrapped around her breast, almost cradling it. For a tattoo artist, she hadn’t overdone the artwork yet. Her piercings captured my attention the most. Her nipples and the hood just above her clit were pierced. I wanted to yank on it with my teeth and scrape against her clit, causing her to chant my name. The small piercings hanging from her nipples had me fantasizing about the ways I could put them to use. I imagined restraining her using those alone. Fuck, I needed to stop thinking about fucking her. “Not an excuse. I didn’t take advantage of you,” I said, pulling on the tip, running my fingers over the apadravya. “And I know you loved feeling this,” I declared as I gave the piercing a tug, “stroking you from the inside.” “I’ll admit, the happydravya is a nice touch,” she conceded, pursing her lips. “Happydravya?” I asked, tightening my grip around the shaft. “It’s a nickname for that type of piercing.” I released my cock, too close to coming, and placed my legs in the bed as I swiveled around. “Go to bed.” “That’s it?” “Yep. That’s it, doll. You won’t get my cock until you’re on your hands and knees, begging for me to fuck you. It won’t be as a ploy to untie your hands.” “Asshole.” “I’ll fuck you there too. I’m taking all of you the next time I sink my dick in you balls deep.” I punched the pillow, resting my head against the lumpy mess. “You’re so full of yourself,” she whispered as she lay on her back and pulled the covers over her breasts. I smiled, knowing that she was right. I was an asshole and full of myself, but she was right there with me. The girl had confidence and bullshit down pat. She was a master and could get her way with any man—anyone but me. I was impervious to her charms. “You’ll be full of me again someday soon.” “Fuck off,” she hissed. “Good night, Isabella,” I crooned as I switched off the lamp and closed my eyes. She didn’t reply. I could hear her breathing, jagged at first, begin to slow. Once she was asleep, I allowed myself to think of making her mine as I drifted off. Isabella Gallo wasn’t an easy target, but nothing worth having ever is. She didn’t know it yet, but I had my sights set on her, and I always got what I wanted.
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