Chapter Ten
Liz packed her bag with work clothes, shoes, and her personal items in case she ended up spending the night and needed to drive to work in the morning from the club. When they went outside and she headed toward her car, he protested.
“I drove my truck ‘cause I wasn’t sure if you’d ever been on a bike. I’ll drive you to the club.”
“But then you’ll have to drive me to work in the morning if I stay.”
He grinned, and her entire body tingled. “What makes you think I want you to stay?”
“Yeah. Right.”
Rahab pulled her close and held her. “Okay. You got me. I want you to stay. But it’s no big deal to drive you to work in the morning. What time do you have to be there?”
“Eight.”
“And what time are you off?”
“I can take a bus home. Well, two buses, actually, but I’ve done it before.” She’d done it a lot lately because her car was thirteen years old and broke down often.
“Liz.” he glanced down at her with an indulgent expression. “What time do you get off work?”
“Usually four-thirty, but sometimes I have to stay late.”
“Then let me know what time to come and get you, and I will.”
“This is what I meant before.”
“If you’re going to spend the night with me, I’m driving you to and from work.”
“Since when are MC members such gentlemen?”
“I’m not a gentleman. I just don’t want you leaving in the morning before I get a chance to fuck you again, or at least get a damn blowjob.”
At first, she thought he was joking, but nope. He was dead serious. The images racing through her mind had her horny as hell all over again. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”
His pickup truck was no more than a few years old, had an extended cab so there was a back seat, and smelled like wood chips and leather inside. “What do you haul in here?”
“Why?”
“I smell wood chips.”
“Oh. Mulch. For putting around the trees near the building.”
“So you do landscaping in your spare time?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny. The building sits on three hundred acres. There’s a lot to do.”
“You could hire someone.”
“We could, but we don’t like outsiders working on the property. Every dancer and sweetbutt in that building has a job to do. We don’t hire outside help for laundry, cleaning, or cooking. The members take care of the bookkeeping, maintenance, and everything else that goes into owning property.”
“Why don’t you trust outsiders?”
He frowned slightly. “We’ve had a lot of trouble, beginning with shit that goes back over twenty years.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s all part of life.” He cut his gaze toward her quickly. “You’ve had your share of grief, too. We all have. But how we deal with that, and the lessons we take away from it, are what makes us who we are.”
“Wise words, Rahab.”
When he cut his gaze toward her again, the lust in his eyes took her breath away. “Good thing this truck has a console or I’d be begging you to give me a blowjob while I drive.”
“Kind of a dangerous thing to do, no?”
“Yeah, but also a lot of fun.”
“For you.”
“For you, too, when we get to the club. I’d make sure to properly reward you for it.”
She laughed. “Oh, I see. Kind of a payment in advance for services you intend to render.”
“Yeah! Exactly.”
He navigated the freeway traffic very well, though there wasn’t much on a Sunday afternoon. “You’re a good driver. Must be because you drive a motorcycle. I always thought they looked difficult to handle, especially in heavy traffic.”
“You get used to it. And stop changing the subject.”
She chuckled. “I’m not. I’m assessing the situation and deciding whether it’s safe to honor your request.”
“Christ, Liz. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not. Just waiting until you get past the I 90, Route 2 split. That ramp is wicked.”
He sped up, but when he reached the nearly ninety degree turn she’d spoken of, he slowed down to a more appropriate speed. As soon as they’d cleared it and were heading west on Interstate 90, he cut his gaze toward her again. “Well?”
“Jeez. You have no patience, do you?”
“None.”
“At least you’re honest about it.”
“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“So are you. I’ve never done this.” Liz reached over and unzipped his jeans.
“You mean while riding as a passenger.” She watched the traffic while he eased his jeans down far enough so that she could release his entire dick.
“Yes, that’s what I mean.” This was so fucking dangerous, especially on a freeway, but her pussy was soaked and shivers ran up and down her spine. Liz turned sideways and leaned over the console. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but it was doable for as long as it would take to suck him off. And considering how he was already moaning and grunting, that wouldn’t take long.
She licked up and down the shaft, stopping only once to sit up when he switched lanes.
“I’m okay,” he said, his voice gruff. “Just moving over to the slow lane.”
Liz bent her head again. There was no such thing as a “slow” lane on this freeway, but at least he wasn’t throwing caution to the wind completely. She took his cock into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the shaft, milking it with both her mouth and her fingers.
“Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh fuck. Liz … oh goddamn, that’s fucking incredible.”
If she flexed her Kegel muscles, she’d likely come, too. This was so damn fun and exciting because it was also batshit crazy, but she loved it. Within moments, he cried out and her mouth filled with hot cum. This time, she swallowed all of it.
When she sat up, Liz grinned and wiped her mouth. A fine sheen of sweat dotted his face. “Want me to drive?”
“No. Fuck. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Can’t wait to find out what my reward is.”
A slow, sexy grin spread over his face. “And I can’t wait to give it to you.”
As soon as they arrived at the club, Liz expected him to stuff his dick back into his jeans and take her inside, but instead he leaned over the console and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in years. She was soaking wet already, and it was all she could do not to scream in frustration by the time he released it.
“If that back seat was larger I’d fuck you in this truck.”
She opened the door. “Your room is a lot more comfortable. Let’s go.”
“Now who’s being impatient?”
“Me.” She closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, standing there with her bag slung over her shoulder while she watched him adjust his jeans. Finally, he climbed out, that damn sexy grin mocking her.
He led her inside the back door and up the stairs. She heard voices, but ignored them. Her entire being was focused on fucking him again. Once they were in his room, Rahab backed her up until her knees touched the edge of the bed. She dropped her bag on the floor. He pushed her down and pulled off her jeans, taking her panties, socks, and shoes with them.
When he kicked the ottoman over, she giggled as he sat on it and pulled her hips close to his face. “Commencing reward.”
Tiny contractions began as soon as his lips touched her labia. He drove her insane with his teeth and tongue, coaxing the orgasm out of her, inch by inch, and then prolonging it until she was aware of nothing except that mouth on her pussy. Breathing was difficult. Thought was impossible.
She couldn’t take much more by the time he finished, but it was pure bliss. He rose and walked over to a dresser, opening one of the drawers. Liz sat up, dizzy and thirsty. “Do you have any water?”
“Mini fridge in the corner.”
After grabbing three bottles from it, she sat on the bed again and drank one of them without stopping, then placed the other two on the nightstand. Rahab finally approached the bed, carrying three paddles.
“Oh my.”
“Your ass is really bruised, but I wanted to introduce you to my favorite ones regardless. And besides.” That grin! She was powerless under its spell. “There are other places on your body to paddle you besides your luscious ass.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He sat next to her and brushed a wooden one up her leg. “Really.”
“I know I’ll regret asking, but where exactly do you plan on using that thing?”
He put the paddle down and pulled off her top and bra, squeezing her breasts in his strong hands. “These.” He licked each nipple, forcing soft moans from her. “But I’ll be very careful. If I hurt them, you might not let me do this again.”
“Damn right I won’t.”
The soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Rahab released her breasts and slid his hands down her body, spreading her legs. “And this, of course.”
“You’re going to paddle my pussy?”
“Yes.” He picked up the paddle and brushed it along her inner thighs and labia. “You should get tattoos on your thighs. Right here. On top.”
“I’m too chicken to get a tattoo.”
“I’d come with you.”
“I’ll think about it.” She wanted to change the subject without it appearing obvious, but wondered whether it would fool him. Probably not.
“Lie back”
“How hard will you hit me?”
“Not hard.” He frowned. “Hang on a minute. I have an idea. This will help refocus your attention.”
She sat up again, and when he crossed the room and pulled a large vibrator out of the drawer, Liz grinned. “Now that, I’m not afraid of.”