The ride was long and hard. Every time Lena tried to relinquish any of her hold, hardly caring if she would fall, Eric seized her hands and forced them back to his chest. She endured the push of his fingers under his shirt, and his heaving flesh caused her to shudder. Eric had to feel it; he forced her hand under his belt, ignoring her squirms and giving her no choice but to touch his hardening cock.
“All for you, girl,” he said. “Last time was nothing compared to what I’m going to do you now.”
Glancing over her shoulder, Lena hoped she had made the right call. She pictured Jax rallying the Silver Horses to his cause. Maybe the whole crew would be at her back in a moment flat, and she thought of nothing but falling into his arms and savoring his warm embrace. When she saw no one racing the length of the distance between Eric’s chopper and the farmhouse, Lena started to sink into despair.
Stop that. He will come. You just have to…
“I need to take a leak.”
As Eric dismounted, he kept Lena close to his side. Unzipping his fly, he drained his cock into the air and made her touch his vile length as he shook his flesh dry.
“Bet you missed this,” he said. “I sure as shit missed you.”
His lips were slimy against her cheek, and Lena tried hard not to struggle as he reached under her blouse and roughly fondled her breasts.
“What about it, Lena?” he asked. “You have to feel the same.”
The Black Legion surrounded her, each soldier unzipping as they leered and waited their turn. Taking Eric on again was one thing, but she died inside at the thought that every man would have a chance to rip her apart before Jax reappeared.
He is coming. I know he is.
Playing it cool, she patted Eric’s cheek and smiled into his eyes.
“Maybe you don’t want to share me. I mean… not just yet.”
Hoping against hope that he would believe her, Lena’s heart crumbled in her chest when he backhanded her and sent her spinning to the ground. She pulled her skirt over her knees. Somehow the glass was still in place, and she gave thanks for that as Eric hovered above her.
“Look at her,” Eric started. “Trying to curry favor when she knows she’s in the wrong.”
Lena peered through her shaking fingers and saw Eric lick his lips as he stroked his length, his moans hitting her ears as he tucked his cock away and looked back to the others.
“But I get the first taste,” he threatened. “As for the rest of you---”
“Now hold up!”
Mitch stepped into her view and snickered as he ran his boot up her leg. For a second, she feared that he had found the hidden glass, and she sighed in relief when he backed away and gripped Eric’s arm.
“I didn’t come all this way with you to be left out in the cold.”
“Now, Mitch, you---”
“If you’re gonna fuck this bitch, I deserve a taste before the rest of this sorry lot.”
Lena saw the rest of the club seethe at the insult. Would that serve her well at some point? But she couldn’t focus on that when Eric laughed and slapped Mitch on the back.
“I still go first,” he said. “Only fair, no?”
“Sure thing, Boss,” Mitch said. “I’ll wait for her ass.”
Curling her arms around her breasts, her fingers barely touching the edge of the glass, Lena watched with a kind of relief as Eric sent the rest of the Black Legion on their way.
“Keep the beer cold and the pool table hot.”
He leered at Lena as he collapsed on top of her.
“Want to grind you into the felt,” he threatened. “Rack all kind of balls around your sweet cunt.”
Lena laid still as Eric’s hands pushed up her skirt. He laughed as soon as he caught sight of her soft hairs without any other cover.
“Guess someone knew I was coming.”
Hating the fact that she made it too easy for him, Lena tried to steel her body for the assault. She’d lived through it once before, and another time was nothing, not when Jax was bound to appear at any second. But as she kept looking and he failed to appear, Lena’s heart seized in her throat at the thought that he was suddenly being held against his own will. Or maybe he just didn’t want to come after her. Brutus had labeled her trouble. Was Jax suddenly of that same mind?
One way or the other…
“Get the fuck away from me, you prick!”
Lifting the glass from her skirt, she slashed at the air, the tip of her new weapon barely hitting his cheek as she scrambled away on the back of her free hand and held the glass before her like the world’s sharpest sword.
“Did you know she had a piece on her?” Mitch asked as he helped Eric to his feet and glared at Lena.
“Thought something might be up,” Eric confessed. “Just look at her, Mitch.”
The men peered down at her, and Lena clutched the glass tighter, the jagged edges piercing her palm and she struggled to steady her gaze on Eric’s amused eyes.
“Lena, you didn’t have to bring your own piece to the party,” he said. “You want to get cut.”
He reached into his boot and revealed a long knife. Lena couldn’t help but squeal at the thought of the blade tearing into her flesh, but she still kept the glass in her hand, backing deeper into the grass until her back met the trunk of a tree, and she had nowhere else left to run.
“If you just wanted a little alone time with me, all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
Eric laughed as he sank to his knees and twisted his fingers under her eyes.
“Then hand it over,” he said. “And we’ll have no hard feelings.”
She was reluctant to make the move, but still she gave the glass over.
“Better, bitch.”
He tossed her intended weapon aside like it was nothing of any consequence, and Lena’s eyes were mournful as she saw the shard sparkling just a few feet away.
“Let’s see what else you got under there.”
She felt powerless as his fingers pressed into her thighs, his cold hand stroking her cunt as he started to probe her soft flesh. Lena gasped out loud and turned her head to the grass when he reached under her back, his reeking breath covering her face.
“Everyone’s heard the stories, Lena,” he said. “You tease like a little bitch. Like you didn’t want those boys in the bathroom.”
A fresh wave of shame washed over her, and Lena started to object when Eric pressed his hand to her mouth, granting her nothing but a few whimpers as she had no choice but to stare up into his eyes.
“But you like leading Jax around by the nose more,” he said.
Lena tried to shake her head when his hand pressed harder against her mouth, and her lungs started to burn in her chest.
“Sort of why I had to put you in your place. Show you both the error of you ways.”
He kissed her again, and Lena started to thrash under his body when something cold and sharp hit her fingers.
“There we go,” he said. “Now don’t fight it. Gonna have us a grand hold time.”
Lena curled her fingers around a smaller shard of glass buried in her hair. Hardly the weapon she would have preferred, but the point still had the power to draw blood from her fingers, and Lena flexed her foot with a great cry as she kicked between his legs, her heart growing lighter at the sight of him spinning as she stumbled to her feet.
“Fucking cunt!” Eric screamed. Lena spied Mitch readying his gun for her eyes when she lurched forward and wrapped her slim arm around Eric’s chest. She pushed the tiny tip to his jugular, her eyes wide and wild as she stared Mitch down.
“I’ll cut him right here!” she swore. “Don’t even tempt me, you son of a bitch!”
Mitch backed off on Eric’s weak say-so, and Lena dragged him into the shadows, her mind trying to figure out her next move.
She wouldn’t cut him. Not just yet. In this moment, the man was more valuable to her alive, and Lena imagined forcing him back to his bike when she suddenly thought better of it. She couldn’t ride, and if she had to sit at his back, that would do nothing but give Eric the upper hand.
I’ll take him somewhere to wait. Jax has to be coming soon. I’ll cut him if I have to. But I don’t---
A stone suddenly caught under her heels, and Lena fell to the ground in a frustrated, furious heap. Her fingers tried and failed to keep their hold on the glass, but she lost the shard, her palms hitting the air when Eric fell on top of her and pushed her wrists into the ground.
“Wrong move, slut!”
He slapped her face hard and started to tug on her cunt when the ground just rumbled beneath them.
“What was that?” Mitch asked.
Eric sniffed the air and cocked his head to the side.
“Maybe nothing” he said. Lena held her tongue, barely sighing as she was forced to her knees.
“But tie her up,” he said. “Can’t take any more chances.”